It has to... I know it could be worse. I'm lucky my fever and cold last month didn't develop into something more serious... I'm lucky that when I tripped and fell last Saturday I didn't break the glass table I tripped over, and just twisted my ankle.
But I'm upset and angry right now.
Angry at myself for being too tired to get my work done.
Angry that my nails are gross because I haven't had the time or energy to do them myself
Angry my phone won't work, again, and I can't afford a new one. Or even to get it fixed.
Angry that while I am counting pennies to take the bus to college and already owe the bank money, the ex is doing fine
Angry at myself for not getting a lawyer and settling our separation so that I won't be in a fix
I hate this crap.
And I'm angry the schools I'm waiting to call me to work haven't yet because it's the middle of the module.
Gonna try to get some work done. As soon as I eat (ramen) and rest a bit.
I know, I know... It get's better.
(And here is a sketch of me, and some photos from the last dress I made for Dr. Sketchy's...)
But right now it hurts.