Okay, so I did some things I never did before. I went and got my aunt, all by myself, and totally screwed up, I tried asking though, so I am not totally at fault. See, she needs to be signed out and nobody told me, so I left and didnt get her meds, but then, she said they didn't have them. Anyway, then I made a phone call, which I am SO not used to doing. I hope tomorrow goes as planned, shoot, I need a vacation, a break, SOMETHING. My mom and sisters, as well as my 3 cousins all went to South Carolina, where am I? Home, I had to work. Then, today at work, my one co worker was out, she went to AC, then the other one who I talk to was out, apparently, he is sick. He sounded like he was though, kinda. My friend is coming tomorrow, and inshaAllah, we are going gold shopping (or in my case, gold gawking cause we all know a sista is broke)

Is this really the end?

Hello again. I'm blogging, so I must be depressed again. Indeed I am. I had a plan. Get married by the time I am 30. I've got less than 5 months left and there is nobody on the fucking horizon. Meanwhile, all these kids are meeting people and getting married. Last straw? My fucking sisters are gonna blow off a trip with me to go to their friend's wedding. Cunts. My douchebag dad is supposed to be looking, but he's too busy acting like a showtimer. Fuck him. Know what? I don't care about life anymore. I'm so over it. I never was happy so why bother going on?