What the hell
is with this time of the year for me? It's like since no one died around Christmas, every shitty thing that can happen to me is happening this month. So here's a list.
1.) My grandfather is doing horribly. And I have mixed emotions about that.
2.) My grandmother had like her billionth heart attack and isn't doing to well either.
3.) My cat Cece was really sick and my mom informed me she might be dying. Dom and I spent all weekend trying to find a vet that will work out a payment plan with me and we finally did. Now we're just anxiously waiting for the blood work to come back for her.
4.) The fucking animal hospital is in West Caldwell, the town that I grew up in. I am physically unable to go there by myself. I've had panic attacks, gotten bloody noses, and I've even passed out trying to. That town holds way too many bad memories. I was raped there and there are still people who live there that throw things at me or yell things out of their cars when they see me. Dom and I were waiting for a bus there once and these kids kept circling the block, heckling us, and even mooned us. Speaking of my rape...
5.) The man who raped me, raped another girl. Luckily, she didn't require reconstructive surgery and her brother came home before he used the knife on her. They are pressing charges and I'm being called on to speak against him. Wonderful, right? Almost eight years later and I have to relive it in front of everyone with him in the room. I can't even express how this makes me feel.
6.) I am once again writing one of Dom's papers. This time the topic is vague, he didn't explain it well, the teacher is horrible and didn't even give a list of requirements, and I'm stuck writing this thing. It's a fifteen page paper on work. We chose detectives in fiction. There's plenty of info, but writing a fifteen page paper is hard. Writing a fifteen page paper for someone is harder. Writing a fifteen page paper for someone and then having them criticise it is even harder. Writing a fifteen page paper, while going through all of the aforementioned crap, is almost impossible. I'm trying to write a paper, deal with criticism from Dom, worry about both my grandparents and my cat, write a letter to the police describing what happened to me when I was thirteen and still find enough money for the vet visit, bills, and groceries. If one more thing happens, I think I'm going to spontaneously combust.
To sum it all up, I've hit a rough patch in my life. In another few hours, this paper will be over and later today, Cece should be ready to get picked up from the vet. Once those two things are out of the way, I'll be able to focus on everything else a bit more. Right now, I'm just looking forward to finishing this paper and hopefully getting some sleep.
1.) My grandfather is doing horribly. And I have mixed emotions about that.
2.) My grandmother had like her billionth heart attack and isn't doing to well either.
3.) My cat Cece was really sick and my mom informed me she might be dying. Dom and I spent all weekend trying to find a vet that will work out a payment plan with me and we finally did. Now we're just anxiously waiting for the blood work to come back for her.
4.) The fucking animal hospital is in West Caldwell, the town that I grew up in. I am physically unable to go there by myself. I've had panic attacks, gotten bloody noses, and I've even passed out trying to. That town holds way too many bad memories. I was raped there and there are still people who live there that throw things at me or yell things out of their cars when they see me. Dom and I were waiting for a bus there once and these kids kept circling the block, heckling us, and even mooned us. Speaking of my rape...
5.) The man who raped me, raped another girl. Luckily, she didn't require reconstructive surgery and her brother came home before he used the knife on her. They are pressing charges and I'm being called on to speak against him. Wonderful, right? Almost eight years later and I have to relive it in front of everyone with him in the room. I can't even express how this makes me feel.
6.) I am once again writing one of Dom's papers. This time the topic is vague, he didn't explain it well, the teacher is horrible and didn't even give a list of requirements, and I'm stuck writing this thing. It's a fifteen page paper on work. We chose detectives in fiction. There's plenty of info, but writing a fifteen page paper is hard. Writing a fifteen page paper for someone is harder. Writing a fifteen page paper for someone and then having them criticise it is even harder. Writing a fifteen page paper, while going through all of the aforementioned crap, is almost impossible. I'm trying to write a paper, deal with criticism from Dom, worry about both my grandparents and my cat, write a letter to the police describing what happened to me when I was thirteen and still find enough money for the vet visit, bills, and groceries. If one more thing happens, I think I'm going to spontaneously combust.
To sum it all up, I've hit a rough patch in my life. In another few hours, this paper will be over and later today, Cece should be ready to get picked up from the vet. Once those two things are out of the way, I'll be able to focus on everything else a bit more. Right now, I'm just looking forward to finishing this paper and hopefully getting some sleep.
posted by Sirs_Girl at 3:44 AM
2 Comments:
Wow, you have had some rough times. I hope your cat gets better. Good luck with all you're going through, I know that sounds lame except I don't know what else to say.
And just WHY are you writing
Dom's paper for him? Silly girl. The things we do for love, huh?
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