i woke up and said “today is going to be a good day”. instead of a good day:
-i was in pain the moment i moved
-someone in the house started loudly throwing up (i’m emetophobic)
-my mom calls and demands that I stop my homework to come and see her this afternoon before she leaves to Texas. She was supposed to come and see me and it’s not like she’s dying. I will see her again.
-i am severely behind in homework and I didn’t get to start it until the afternoon because of the throwing up fiasco. i have to do it in a coffee shop because i am unable to do it while that person is home. they were supposed to leave for the night but not anymore because they’re sick.
-i’ve been at the coffee show for three hours and haven’t even finished reading one chapter. i have to read 2 more before i can even start the assignments that are all due tomorrow and i still have to see my mom.
I literally hate being alive. I’m so fucking over my shitty ass life.