just sad and stressed. always things, but it could always be worse. welcome back to the motherf*cking forum, Patch. i don't make these things up, but i can see it in her eyes when i tell her things. she doesn't believe me, or she thinks i'm over-reacting. its not even about major feelings, I'm just telling her about my health. its fucking bullshit, I'm not making these things up! My mom took me to the fucking hospital because I fainted/vomited/was white as a sheet/was screaming in pain. I've been working with my hand too much and I wake up with pins and needles/throughout the day it goes numb/I can't make a fist/it hurts to write. Aka carpal tunnel, but I'm going to the doctors anyway. its not my fucking fault it happened at the same time, i'm not making it up, i'm not looking for attention, i'm not lying so I can get sympathy! Fuck! wtf. fucking bullshit. why is she taking it this way? she' probably getting sick of me. everyone does, just a matter of mother fucking time. that last sentence is supposed to sound thoughtful, something you say while smoking a joint in a lawn chair looking at the sky. not wah-fucking-wah, poor me. just thoughtful. I need to go to bed, I have to work in the morning. pay day tomorow. yay.