TODAY HAS BEEN THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE. PRETTY MUCH.
Try to contest this one, tangsters. Because no one can beat this amount of back-to-school suck. :D
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I'M GONE FOR TWO DAYS. PRETTY MUCH MY WHOLE LIFE IS DUE ON THOSE TWO DAYS.
I so win.
(And my mother's crazy family. They're all insane. Probably clinically. I so win.)
Oh, no, SD. I much agree. I made this post mostly in silliness and jest; the "bad" things that happened to me today were in fact mostly funny (like accidentally killing the school's tape recorder).
:D
but I think Anonymous 1 is kidding a lot, too. :D
Just a hunch.
OMFG! - no back-to-school suck, but general life suck.
I was at UNC-CH Children's Hospital from 12-5pm. I've seen five doctors, four nurses, two physical therapists, and a radiologist. That amounts to two blood tests, a urinalysis, 13 physical tests, and four x-rays.
All because I woke up this morning and couldn't bend my knees without crying, the pain was that bad.
I win.
Yes. I was kidding, pretty much. I'm overwhelmed, but I would never dare compare myself to someone with real problems.
Hey.
I have a friend who takes six pills. not counting vitamins, every morning. I'm not her.
I have a friend who got raped. More than once. More than a few times. I'm not her.
I have a friend whos parents were both inebriated when she was born. I'm not her.
I have a friend who was suicidal in middle school. I'm not him.
I have a friend who just told me about his cutting problem early Sunday morning. I'm not him.
I have a friend who spent weeks in the Duke ICU because of a heart attack early this year. I'm not him.
I have a friend who's a former alcoholic. I'm not her.
I have a friend (adult) who had two children, followed by two miscarriages, follow by a pregnancy still in progress. I'm not her.
I have a friend who contemplates going to her motorcycle-riding biological father's apartment every time things get too rought at her house. I'm not her.
I have a friend who once had a pit bull intentionally set on her. I'm not her.
I have a friend whose mother was a whore. I'm not her.
I have a friend who was beaten by her father, spent nearly a week at Wrenn House, and left to go home on her birthday. I'm not her.
I have a friend who has been living a lie about her religion, terrified of the wrath of her parents, for the past four years. I'm not her.
I have a friend who was checked into John Umstead for two weeks. I'm not her.
I have a friend who was born with twelve toes and eleven fingers. I'm not her.
I have a relative who regularly has to check himself into a mental hospital. I'm not him.
Judging by all this, I have a wonderful life.
And I know it.
Guys, I was kidding.
I *do* realize that I am indeed very fortunate, that my problems are all very petty, etc.
I'm a little bit anxious, though--does this really come across as serious angst? Am I really this bad at online sarcasm? I'm sorry if I offended anyone--All I wanted to do was have a chance to yell "I HAD TO GET UP THIS MORNING AND DO CALCULUS AT SEVEN-THIRTY" in an obnoxious manner. :P
We're all entitled to be obnoxious at one point or another. And we generally all realize that yes, when you think about it, we have a pretty damn good life.
But really, there's no need to lay into someone like that.
I'm laying into someone? o_O
hannah. it's okay. you're basically the nicest person who posts on tangst, we know you were kidding.
at least, i did.
so no worries (:
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