Real Life. Real Goth. Real Problems: Whiney Little Whiner

Thanksgiving came and went and I never heard a word about my "employment".

I have so many questions already:

when do I start my time sheets?
how many hours am I officially approved?
when will we get bed pads and necessities?
how long do we have to wait to find these things out?

Grams is extra mean today. I already have a fricken bruise on my right boob which she has been obsessed with hitting and pinching all week! I need so many things for personal care and comfort. My, what a great way to start the holidays, hairy legs, ripped underwears (almost unwearable), stinky broken shoes, no deodorant, miss match socks and sad faces due to the lack of christmas presents. Well, that last one was supposed to be funny, but its not. Its ridiculous that they've made this so difficult.

I'm trying to keep my chin up. My mom has been trying to cheer me up, she bought me a few things to help me keep my mind off of this, but I just feel bad for her spending what little bit she has on me.

Wha-wha, hear me whine. I'm doubting myself right now, I have got to sit up straight and wipe this look off my face. I'm better than this sulking crap.

I'm gonna go play with my year old shrinky dink sheets, mom bought me some markers :)