i sure do wish someone would have instilled the knowledge of how to operate a vehicle before I decided to leave the state. God, stupid fucking family. Fucking me.My husband hates me because I'm too much of a burden and now it's making me hate myself. Fuck hate fuck fuck lame ass. And fucking plus, we're stone cold broke. Now who's fault is that? Not mine, I'm not the one that buys lunch everyday, nor do I have a car that needs gas or oil changes, nor do I have the check card. Hmph.
I don't open my mouth because arguments start and I don't like the arguing. I don't like the fighting, the name calling, the accusing. Fucking leave me alone! So what if I don't want to drive, can't you just promise to be there when i need you?? Fuck.
Okay, issue number two: what the fuck is up with my weight?? I know I was pregnant, and I gained a few pounds, but then a miscarriage. I guess I have to work the fat off. I already started with twenty lunges this evening. Only one thousand more to go...
So today started blergh, and then went blergh blergh, but it's finally blue-behrger. That's an inside joke...
-Kittie
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