When it rains...

... it pours

Right now it is fucking pouring..
I still have no idea on the job- no one at my mom's job will tell me anything.
My car got injured again last night.
Yes, twice in a month.
FML.
I found out that one of my friends (who I thought I was good friends with) is moving to WI and never told me.
My job is sucking all the sanity out of me.
I have to attend a wedding this weekend and I absolutely do not want to go. Not one part of me wants to go.
I didn't get to see my BFF last night due to the injured car, and I really miss her. A lot.
My dad's health and him being back at work is giving me horrible anxiety too.
I'm so scared of losing him.
So fucking scared.
And I have no one to talk to about it, because I don't want to burden them.
I'm just so over this.

Here's the car situation...

The culprit: small ratchet strap that was in the road.
It was raining, and is green, so there is no way I would have seen it.

The result... 3" gash in my tire

Tore up my car, also got the wheel well, and almost punctured my windshield washer fluid tank.

Damn near went through my fender here, and it did scrape through another part near the hood.

Talk about horrible, horrible luck.

If this is depression, it's bullshit and I don't want to deal with it anymore.

I'm just at the end of my rope.

Right now going to the gym is the only thing that is keeping me sane.

It's a place where I get on the treadmill and stop thinking about what is going on.

I am too focused on breathing that I can't think about the shit going on in my life.

If only I could spend my whole day there.

A girl can dream...

Time to go shower and hopefully fall asleep early.

Keep it real,

Bamf