My hours have been fucked insanely.

The net is slow and well everything else is around here.

I woke up, got by Kev, hung there, watching tv and listening to trance, got to the hospital hung there, came home. By this time it was after 7 I think.

And if I sound in a mood that's because I am ok now leave me alone. I want to scream, I want to say bad things that I know is wrong, I want to beat people , but *sigh*.
I'm so fucking tired of being taken for granted it's not fucking funny anymore. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes fucking stay there. Do whatever the fuck you want to do because I surely will move the fuck on. I guess I give a rat's ass but oh well fuckit to hell.

It's one of those things where eventually you cry. You cry yourself to sleep and hope things get better and when they don't you curse and cry a little more and move the fuck along with your life.