James is asleep upstairs. Gabriel terrorizes the kittens. My heart is broken into a thousand peices, scattered across the carpet so that when I try to get up from my place on the floor I feel them stabbing me. Like rubbing salt to an old wound. It hurts. I cry. I sob quietly.
My financial aid didn't go through ... again. I don't understand what I am doing wrong here. Now they are saying its because I didn't answer 1 question correctly. Its due the 6th and I have no way of coming up with 800 plus money for books. I'm trembling with pain. I am useless. I am worth nothing.
Publix has already filled the position. I have no job. No college education. I am crying my eyes out and no one is awake to know that I'm in pain
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