Overwhelmed

 I'm so sick of spoiled women.  I feel run over.  

I was having a bad day yesterday and I actually started crying in Monterey Market.  I felt bad because my mom is overwhelmed by the hospital bill.  We don't know if it's a good idea if she should apply for Medicaid and that maybe we should go to the hospital for help.  She said it just seems like we're never meant to have any money.  

I got asked yesterday for help with an assignment that really isn't supposed to be starting for a couple of weeks.  I didn't mind because there is something I would really like to avoid.

What do you know?  Frack reaches out to me.  It's a nice message asking for help and it's ok if they don't get it.  Ok.  You're not getting it.  They shouldn't be reaching out to me.  They should be reaching out to managers.

I was just so taken advantage of when I was in the office.  It was always about everyone else being happy but it's ok if I'm unhappy.  My feelings never mattered.  I never mattered.  I'm not supposed to have a life or get sick.  That will inconvenience everyone.  

I'm just sick of those who always get what they want.  I would just like a break.  

I'm just so sad right now.  This morning I told my mom that I would call Aurora and see if we can get financial assistance.  Maybe it's good that I've been crying this morning.

I just wish I had someone to talk to right now that didn't involve a co pay.  

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