Do Not Pass Go

I'm thinking of filing for bankruptcy. I have bills nearly $3,000, a good chunk being from my little drunken experience of which the fucking ambulance guys said ISU would pay for! Yeah, right! Like they paid for my physical therapy?! I said I wasn't going to go if I had to pay for it. "Oh no, your insurance will cover it!" Yeah, ok, that's why I have a $115.00 bill!

I literally don't have a dollar to my name. I can't concentrate on school. I haven't turned in half of my shit. The smart thing would be to drop out and get a second job. Ha! Already on my way to fulfilling my mediocre destiny just like the rest of my in-debt family! I truly am an Amigoni now! Fuck ya! I fuckin' hate my life! Whoo hoo! This is SO FUN! Hell ya! Where's that alcohol at, huh? Maybe I can take another fuckin' trip to the hospital! Hell, nothin' like a $1,000 bar tab, am I right? They should have just let me choke to death on my damn vomit.

(thinking of hurting myself as punishment for everything)

And so comes the black ick. I think I'm going to go now so I can let the nothingness wash over me, stare at the ceiling...

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Phoex said…
Man I'm sorry I'm so shitty at keeping up with your blog :/ And at cheering you up. And everything. *HUGS*
March 27, 2007 at 5:19 AM
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