Taco Bell is my Xanax

Tonight, after work, I went promptly to the Taco Bell drive-through, I then proceeded to eat cold, shittily-made nachos while watching SourceFed videos in a sad attempt to include some form of wit and culture in my life.

Nachos+YouTube. This is my life now. Fuck everything, I didn't want to go to an Ivy league anyway...

SO. Story time:
Yesterday morning, I woke up in Technicolor Boy's bed, sat up, then promptly began sobbing and hyperventilating due to an intensely stabby pain in my lower left tummy area.

I ruptured an ovarian cyst.

Then I skipped school to spend hours in urgent care, then worked closing shifts two days in a row. The End.

Despite my working closers quite often, my mother still texts me asking when I will be home almost every night. Woman, if I get home at eleven one night, it is likely I will get home at eleven EVERY FUCKING NIGHT because work schedules tend to be fucking repetitive. Not like she's every been in the American workforce or knows this shit...?

School is stressful and boring simultaneously. Technicolor Boy is being weird ever since the tattoo discussion. My left ovary, which now has scar tissues on it along with two other cysts, hurts like a bitch. I really want some vicodin, but the doctors keep giving me shitty anti-inflammatories.

I am obviously in desperate need of inspiration...


Julia