masterofmidgets | Sorry For The Emo

Sometimes when I haven't been around him in a while, I forget how much of my relationship with my father consists of us screaming at each other. You'd think I'd know by now that asking him to be emotionally supportive is just asking him to be a dick.

I hate my life.

I hate my family.

I hate how much of a fuck-up I am.

I have to call the financial aid office tomorrow and find out why my EFC is so insanely high. And find a job. And maybe jump off a bridge. I'm reserving tonight for huddling under the covers with Supernatural and frudge brownie ice cream. And maybe more crying, because I haven't done that nearly enough today.

I promise I'll try to be less dripping with self-pity soon.

ETA: Had a good cry and a big bowl of chocolate ice cream and am feeling better. Applied for a job as a lifeguard and some stuff for the city. Tomorrow doing applications for some retail shit. Still freaking out about the financial aid, but that I will have to deal with in the morning. Torchwood Day Three post is probably imminent.