Last night, Richie and I had one of our great talks about our concerns. Of course, I spill a little more than he does but he's my rock. And he legitimately listened, which is every girl's dream! (am i right?)
Anyway, we got around to talking about my health. In a nutshell, it's horrible. I've been looking up my symptoms and I'm either
- closer to diabetes than i thought
- have crazy liver problems
- being poked by a needle via voodoo doll
Not only that, but things are getting rougher at home. My mom and I are in constant battle. The weird part is that I have no idea why. And it's frustrating.
Work isn't all that good either. Michaels is going nuts but the pay is secure. This other place is so shakey, I don't know what to think.
At least I know that in the end of the day I can run into Richie's arms and feel like the world is gone. No worries.
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