Yep. Me.
Guh, I shouldn't even be that stressed but the fact that my hair is getting thinner and thinner each day it seems is making me crazy. My hair was already thin to begin with. I don't want nor do I need to see my scalp through said already thin hair. There's nothing seriously wrong with me because I've gotten checked for it, and I can't even find out if I've got a stupid hormone imbalance until Lord knows when.
Then there's this stupid passport thing that's just more confusing than I can even put into words. The system sucks. I hate the system. Maybe if things weren't so darn confusing, hypocritical, and outrageous, our country would actually be living this so called American Dream. As it is, getting out of this country legally seems harder than it should be. Once you're in, you ain't getting out.
I. Want. Out.
Of everything!
I hate that I have Student Loans that I'll never be able to pay off on my own, and I hate that I'm so freaking tired all the time, and that I can't lose weight, and that certain people don't know how to appreciate the fact that they've even got a place to stay, and just ... I don't even know.
And I wish this stupid short story for one of the worst writing teachers I've ever had would just get written already!
*huffs* I need a cigarette.
