I am so ready to leave the country. I am going to miss some things, for sure, but there are other things I will defiantly NOT miss. Like financial aid form. Or anything to do with money. god fucking damn it. I have too much to think about, and somehow it's all my fault that I haven't gotten it done sooner/by the deadline when I don't know HOW to do it, and apparently when I try to ask for help, its my fault when certain people who are supposed to help me refuse or are busy or hurt or have one of a million other excuses I am so sick of.

And yet I'm not ready. I haven't packed, I've been so fucking busy, and yet nothing I do matters, apparently I am just shitty at everything, I don't work, I suck.

I am so fucking sick of all of this.

I want to kick a puppy. Except the puppy doesn't deserve it. But I want to kick someone/something. But that would just hurt my foot.