Well...I have reached the bottom pit of depression. Being saddled with the final vestige of adult responsibility is sucking me dry. Don;t get me wrong, I am not trying to evade, nor do I want to evade, any responsibility that is solely mine, but man, being a student and getting piss-poor wages for teaching BECAUSE I am a student is no good. Having to drop down 200 bucks for a car alarm, 330 bucks for negative equity because my mom was wrong about what she owed on the trade-in, realizing that the car was not gotten for as low as I thought because the trade-in was not paid off, wondering why I even got the damn thing, wondering how I am going to pay for it, dropping down ANOTHER 200 bucks for a cd player (I'll admit, I didn;t NEED that, but my portable won't work in the car, and what is the use of buying another portable), and wishing to God I could just fucking graduate and get a real fucking job, pay off my debts, and get the hell out of dodge. Whew....

I just want a freaking break. I know that what does not kill you makes you stronger, and that everything happens for a reason, but just once I would like a lucky break. It must be a genetic family curse. No one on my side of the family seems to be lucky in anything. It's times like this when my morbidity kicks in and I wonder what the hell I am even doing here. Not really worth it if you ask me.

Oh, and it looks like my dance company is not going to happen. The sponsor quit his job, so we basically lost the funding and the facilities....and all before I even had the auditions. I am worried about Side Show interfering with taking my comps. And hope to God I do and don't get cast in Little Shop. I have nothing witty to say tonight besides, "Blow Me, World!"

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