luamour

I am mentally fucked over. Hah. I hate the fact that my mind feels the need to take me on this sickening sort of roller coaster ride to hell. I hate the fact that depression ever reared its ugly head in my life. I don't understand, why me? I guess it could be because my grandmother (maternal) was depressed and committed suicide. Hmmmm...lucky me...

I'm struggling to get help, I really am. And my boyfriend's nerves are wearing short. I feel awful for the hell I put him through. I went to the student health clinic today to see a doctor. They're booked until well after Thanksgiving break. Awesome. They told me the wait to see a nurse could be anywhere up to three hours. I couldn't wait because my boyfriend had to be to work. At least he believes me now when I say I can't get in.

In other news, my tattoo-getting-day is getting closer. I don't know exactly when it will happen, just that it will. I plan to eventually get a trail of pawprints from my lower left back to my upper right. But for my first time it will just be one set of prints. I'm excited.

I will also mostly likely be working at hot topic soon. I went in to buy some new lip rings and a new bellybutton ring, the guy was telling me they were in desperate need of employees. Which makes me uber-happy. I am more than ready to get the hell out of working with food. bleh.