The Bloody Doors Off

Today is a day I’d rather forget.

Dropped $200 on four medications (which, thankfully, will get me into March/April). Frustrated that my cell phone bill pretty much doubled (I had a decent discount for 3 months which apparently I wasn’t told would expire when I signed up, at least I don’t remember) and I can’t drop to a lesser service because the minutes would rack up based on averages and would still cost the same/more.

I missed the bus at Greenwood Station by 3 seconds and I cursed so loudly at the driver I think I burst a blood vessel. That anger and frustration was clearly bubbling under the surface, looking for escape.

So tired of feeling this way. I need some kind of outlet, or the rage will consume me.