goth privilege is not having to separate loads when you do laundry
Punk privilege is not doing laundry
Working on my Atticus costume. Need to up the crazy factor on the hair, though it’s certainly got the height. Need to pick up a tie and some glasses. I even got his penchant for mismatching color details down, as the pinstripes on the pants are purple while the pinstripes on the vest are red. :)
Edit: I just realized y’all might not even know I have a large tattoo on my inner forearm, since I take all my mirror pics with my right hand. Surprise!! :D I’ve also got a scarab on the back of my neck, and a dinosaur on my left ankle. Ooooooh! Let’s do a tattoo post! *skitters away*
The only person that really cares about me at work has their last day tomorrow. There’s no one left at work that I can really talk to, and everybody has been acting like straight up bitches lately.
The whole company is one pit of unorganized chaos full of assholes and I don’t feel like my future is secure there speaking of long terms…
I think I hit rock bottom today. Only thinking about having to go there again tomorrow, and the day after, and next week leaves me feeling nauseated, and depressed.
I’d quit right away (because let’s face it, these are symptoms I can’t ignore much longer), but I need the money. There is no way of a quick solution for this situation right now and it’s making me even more sick.
I have been taking more anti-depressants the past weeks than I had in the past years (I rarely needed to, that is).
I called my mum today in a quiet minute and told her I needed to talk to her and my father one of these days. I’ll talk my options through with them and discuss which steps I should take to get away from there without getting me into a huge financial disaster.
Can’t do that much longer….
I hope things get better for you soon.
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