i am about to lose it completely. i am on the verge of tears. i cannot take one more thing. and i cannot deal with these fucking moron clients who can’t be bothered to fucking read.

we are facing fucking forclosure on our st. pete house.

we have to declare bankruptcy. which means chris may not get licensed by the bar. which means that the whole reason we had to move to this hellhole and declare bankruptcy in the first place will be fucking moot.

i have to drive to tampa on thursday, by myself, in a 15 year old car, for midterms.

i can’t even pay the fucking ticket i owe because no one can answer a simple goddamn question. and if i don’t pay the ticket in a few days, my license will be suspended. because i scraped the fucking bumper of a truck when trying to park, and left a fucking paint mark on it.

the house we can actually pay for every month has termites, a doorbell that rings by itself (faulty wiring? termite damage? let’s wait for the housefire and see), and an a/c that’s been making suspicious noises on and off for a month.

it is taking every ounce of strength i have to not just stand up, walk out, go home, and just cry. and cry. i have no support network of any kind. my sister’s in another fucking country and i can’t even im her, and my dad’s just going to yell at me for getting into this in the first place. and fate (or whatever) just keeps fucking piling it on.