I’ve had a bad weekend
I fought with my boyfriend. We almost broke up, then we didn’t, and now we are on the rocks again. He told me i was being dramatic and emotional. He told me to stop being so sensitive.
I wrecked my car. It’s probably going to be declared totaled because the airbags went off. I got an airbag burn on my entire right forearm.
I can’t sleep. Mostly because of my arm, but also because I can’t turn off my brain.
I have to carpool to work with my dad, which means waking up at 4 instead of 630 to get there (we work different hours). This is not ideal when I can’t get any sleep in the first place.
It could be worse. I am in one piece. My family was 100% there for me and not angry or upset when I had my car accident. No one was injured except me, and the SUV I hit had minimal damage, only a small dent my her rear tire. My boyfriend wants to work things out with me. He’s patient. I’m lucky that my dad and I work in the same company so that it’s possible for me to catch a ride with him, even though it’s earlier than usual. I have awesome friends who showed their support whenever I felt like breaking down these last few days.
But then I got up this morning to take a shower before work (after having not slept more than an hour or so) and a cockroach fell on my burned arm when I tried to open the shower door. I screamed loud enough to wake my parents. I started to cry, because roaches are my worst fear and because I hadn’t meant to scream—I was tired and couldn’t help it. My mom yelled at me and told me to stop. Now it’s 430am, the roach is still in the bathroom, I haven’t showered or brushed my teeth, I’m exhausted, and I have to leave in 15 minutes.
Fuck you, cockroach. Life Ruiner.