'Cause I just gotta fucking vent for a minute.
I'm sitting here chugging a 24 oz Modelo Especial between sentences. I've had a ridiculous fucking day. Not only did I have to spend every cent of what little money I had left on bills today, but what little money I had left didn't even fucking cover it. I have bill collectors blowing up my phone every day, and my new gig camming has been, well, disastrous. Idk, I just don't have the patience for it or for most of the fuckboys that try to "talk" to me. Not that I had time to work; nope, I have a mysteriously sick fur baby laying on my feet right now with a fever. He won't eat or move, and I can barely get him to drink. I found him under my bed today, completely covered in grass and little sandspurs that I can't get out of his fur. I can't describe how much I love my cat. If I lost Barry, I have no idea what I would do. Barry has been here for me when no one else was, and he's given me irreplaceable cuddles, kisses, and laughs that I wouldn't trade for the world. I'm just panicking right now, because I feel like nothing is going right, and I feel like I fuck up everything I try, every goddamn time... I'm just at a loss
So I'm just gonna chug the rest of this beer and hope that everything will magically get better, though my outlook is bleak...
