I haven't written one of these in a while, and I'm sort of tentative to do it now. I don't want to sound like I'm bitching, but isn't that what these are for? Okay, probably not, but eh, to each their own.
Things, this semester, haven't been going too good for me. I got into a fight with Austin, so the two of us aren't talking. I'm too much of a bitch to apologize and he's too much of a guy to suck it up and do the same. SO until that is resolved, then I'm alone without my favorite cowboy to talk to :/
I got bit back on the 16th of September by the neighbor's dog, and while I don't place full blame on the dog, it's certainly cause me alot of problems. I thought we'd been taking good care of it, cleaning it out, letting it air and putting antibiotics on it. Turns out, that's apparently not going to help it heal. oh, the half inch puncture wound is healing fine and itches like I've got fleas or something, but on top of that, I've got about a 2-inch diameter of infection right next to it. Doc' says that it might need lanced open. I'm preparing myself for that exact thing come Tuesday. I'm scared.
While on the subject of this damn bite, it's taken me out of work longer than I've wanted it to, and if they have to cut it open, then that's going to be more work I'm going to miss. While I've got a doctor's excuse and work can do nothing about it, what's to say they won't find some other reason to fire me? because they're low enough to do it.. especially some of the coaches... It's taken alot for me to get myself back up from this bite, and it's still bothering me... What a fucking semester.
I'm so behind right now that I've got no one close enough to talk to. Sure I've got my Step sister and Mom, but talking to them can only go so far. If I feel like I would just be better off falling asleep and never waking up, I can't talk to them about that. They won't take it serious enough, or theres always something else going on. People have told me that I'm depressed, that i should see a councilor or a doctor. I'm too much of a sissy to think it will matter, or that anyone is going to care...
I thought before that i felt alone, I've never felt more alone than I have now, and I'm too much of a pussy to man up and do something about it. What is the world coming to eh? I don't know, but I want it to stop spinning, I want off.