Oh life.

So I don't have any pictures to post...because...my car has been broken into again! This will be the third or fourth time. Lovely. Except this time, I really fucked up. I accidentally left my social security card in there for my new job purposes. These people knew what the fuck was up. They went through everything I had. My trunk, seat pockets, dash, glovebox. They took my emergency car kit (not the tow rope though, thank the heavens above), wallet, stereo, camera, silver change, shitty jewelry, bank envelopes. I hate myself for leaving my stuff in the car, but you figure that if you lock the doors then it will be okay. No. It won't. I thought if I hid my purse, it would be okay. No. It won't. Now I have a broken car, broken dash, and partially broken spirit. I can only take so much. Working seven days a week, never getting ahead, not knowing what to do with my life, not being as good in school as my sibling, fighting my genetic make-up, consistent health problems, loneliness, unhappiness, etc. What to do, what to do. I need a day off. I need to hike. I need to relax. I need something to make it better. A couple thousand dollars sure wouldn't hurt. People in this town repaying what they owe me. Not just money, but favors, love, care, attention. I'm tired of taking care of people, it's hard enough to take care of myself. Don't they understand? I give it all.

Go big, or go home.