The theres my medication problems. I'm off of 75% of my meds because we don't have the money for them, and that means my emotions have been running freaking wild anyway. Plus, I'm sicker than all hell and the pills I take for that say that you shouldn't take them if you're on meds for depression or psychiatric and emotional conditions. I figure I'm not taking over half of them anyway, so what the hell does it matter?
Homecoming is the 22nd and I can't drive. I'm still relying on my mom...like a loser. A few weeks ago, she and my boyfriend of almost nine months got into this epic fight in his front yard. She won't drive us and he can't drive. His dad has no vehicle, so we'd be relying on his neighbor. For the record, I love his neighbor, she's wonderful. However, we live a while away, so she'd need gas money to run our asses back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. I'm already paying for everything for homecoming, including his outfit, so I don't know if I'll have the money for gas too. They're in a financial rut, so he might not either. This is a little harder than it needs to be, but it's technically my senior year and I'd really rather not miss it. Plus I got my dress and shoes figured out. Only problem with that is that my shoes are strappy heels and I got a tattoo on my foot. If my mom saw it before my 18th birthday next month, she'd shit.
I don't know, I have more on my mind than the capacity of my brain. I just needed to vent.