ALL MY PANTS ARE DIRTY!

I am so fucking pissed off right now.

Tammi is the only person who has been doing laundry this week. I haven't actually been able to do any of my laundry because she always has some thing in the washer during my free time.

We have been to the grocery store three times in as many days.

I go downstairs this morning while Tammi is sleeping, hoping to wash some much needed clothing, only to find that we are totally out of detergant.

I'm broke, mom has the car, & I couldn't even get dressed to go to the store if I wanted to.

How am I suposed to wash my fucking clothes?

Why didn't she say some thing when we went to the store yesterday?

How much juice will I have to drink before I am able to pee on her laundry?

If I go buy soap, I'm going to hide it & not let her use any.
Stupid bitch.

This is silly...

Every once in a while I'll realize some thing that's been right in front of my face for ages.
I realize I'm alive, I realize it's spring, I realize I've found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's a good feeling.

Today I realized, I'm happy! I guess I've been happy most of my life. But real, complete happiness has always been a thing of moments for me. I'm happy dancing for my favorite band, I'm happy in His arms, I'm happy sitting in this tree. But beyond those blissful moments, I'm happy with an underlying tension. I'm happy, but I'm worried, I'm happy, but I'm sad, I'm happy, but I feel lost.

But I think, I'm really happy!
Not that I have no worries, but, I'm pretty sure they aren't as important as they used to be.

I have a little over an hour 'till I have to leave for work, so I think I'm gonna' go outside & draw with chalk.

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