Frustrated

How can I possibly date anyone knowing what I do about my family and the shit that I have to go through with them? How can I possibly date anyone until I’m out of this shithole and in a new place in my own life? How can I possibly expect anyone to find me attractive when I look in the mirror and see nothing but a hippopotomoose.

I need to take a nap.

To top it all off? My beloved copy of The Pirate – might I add, my ONLY copy of The Pirate – decided to die in the VCR last night.

SHIT.

I need a hug, a very strong margarita, Damien Rice (in my room right now!), The Pirate on DVD, and a LIFE.

Shit.

I’m going away now.

*wave*