Misadventures of a Misfit

FML. Stress is a biiiitch. Just throwing that out there.

So many very, very bad things just keep happening. It’s like my face is ripped off and the blood won’t stop gushing: I just roll around on the floor screaming “WHY WON’T IT STOP?!”

I hate complaining, but I’m seriously just stressed to the point of just wanting to scream and cry. I can’t get a moment of quiet to sort out the problems. It’s ridiculous.

But, I’m gonna keep moving forward, even though school, work, money, friends, etc is all going to hell in a hand basket.

I’ll explain more later.

~Angel