Prosaic Poppy 2005-2006

Beyond Fed Up

I am so unbelievably tired of giving up my weeknights, my time; doing homework. The sickness of it all is just seething off of me like gas fumes ready for flame.

I'm sick of the papers, I'm sick of the fighting to get peace and quiet. I'm sick of fighting for understanding from family members who want my attention every second of the day. Not because they want it, but because the mounting student loans dictate that I cannot give it.

I'm fed up with the crap of never being available to anyone at any time. And I'm tired of no one realizing this...playing guilt games with me. I suck at guilt games. I feel guilty for everything already, so I always lose.

Tonights attempt at doing homework has failed miserably. I just need one week. One week to finish these last two classes. That's it. Then I'm done. Done with it all, to receive a mediochre degree in a mediochre field so that I can obtain a mediochre job in which to support my mediochre life.

Slap a chump sticker on my butt and send me out the door.

Yippeefrikkinskadiddle.

One week...just one week...give me quiet and solitude and don't bother me again so that I can just get these three papers finished and never write another case study ever again for as long as I live...don'tbothermeagainunlessyouaredying.

I've fed you, clothed you, changed you, just be happy without me there. And now that this post is sounding reminiscent of a suicide note...I'll go back to attempting to write this damn paper about the devil's own discount store. Oh how I hate Wal-Mart.

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posted by Kassi Gilbert @ 6:52 PM