Text 6 Aug the root of all evil

I dont know if I’m just stressing because of PMS or what, but for the past two days I’ve been trying to think of ways to make more money, or places to get a better paying job. I’d be totally cool with a job like on Office Space, where I just sit and type shit all day and get paid for it. I’m saying, just for the time being. Because I need to go to school to make more money, correct? Well, I fucked up. If I could go back and change it all, I would. I cant though, so I shouldnt stress about it. But that said, I feel I’ve kind of backed myself into a corner and I’m searching for ways out. And my job isnt helping, because I dont make shit and I always have to pay for my car and buy food and do so many bullshit things that slowly devour all the money I couldve maybe saved. I’ll cut back, sure. But all work and no play will drive me mad, too. So, (by the way, I would actually REALLY like some cheese with all this w[h]ine) to sum up the vicious circle and maybe feel better after venting:

I cant go to school because I have horrible grades and no money, I cant save up money because I have a horrible paying job, I cant go to school for better grades and job because of both of those things combined, pretty much I’m fucked. I’m doomed to live eternally in this rut I’ve fallen into.

The only thing keeping me going is:
THIS TOO SHALL PASS!

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

And actually, I know forĀ a fact it’s pms. Thanks for stopping by and listening to my girly bitching. I’m as disgusted as you are. I hate bitching and I hate wanting money. Right now I’m doing both. Yuck.


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