edit: whats up hater? keep sending those asks my way! i love all this attention! who needs more than one pack of ramen a day when i'm being showered in the attention and obsession. KISSES!
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DFAS and/or USAA screwed up. Pay is 2 days late so far. At $0, no cushion, no savings, no credit card.
My face is twice as swollen as last time, but the vicodin is working a lot better than it did last time. Give and take, I guess.
The sunburn on my chest/breasts turned into 1st Degree burns. I've been using creams and medicine so hopefully it doesn't scar. It still hurts, though. I can't hold my dog very well, my hair will touch it (or a shirt) and it hurts. I guess its my own fault.
I can't drive while on vicodin and I was out of soft food to eat. It took me over 2 hours to get someone to take me to the grocery store for a dollar's worth of ramen. It was really upsetting.
Normally I'm stressed and have anxiety over really really stupid things. But I'm handling being broke and broken pretty well. But when I need help, it's like pulling teeth.
The hardest part is working up the courage to say "I need help." and someone replies "No you don't."
I guess I'm just a bit upset and trying to work through it. It's hard when my friends are so far away. So I keep thinking that writing it out I will eventually find something new or some sort of joke or smile or god knows what. But I think I'm stuck with sleeping, one pack of ramen a day, and begging for $5.
I can always watch the episodes of The Borgias that I still have. That's always relaxing and comforting.
(And if you've ever seen the show, it's REALLY weird to describe it that way hahaha)
I don't know what the point of this blog is anymore.
xox aly 
Sorry about the trolls