Okay so today I went to work and that was okay. I work at the local connivance/hardware store and I work as a cashier in the garden center. So today wasn't bad it was just stressful when I got in the car to go home. My dad starts complaining about how my mom brings all her angers at work home with her and shit like that. sometimes my parents act more like a couple of teenagers than my friend and I act like. Its pretty bad when they are complaining about them complaining about each other. They act like such idiots sometimes. Its really stupid. I thought I had problems when I had to deal with difficult guest at work when the real problems lie behind my front door. my parents fight at least once a month. even more if they hang out more than 4 days with each other. My dads a firefighter and my mom works with the developmentally disabled. So my parents don't see each other more than 3 days at a time. Which works out pretty well because we they talk on the phone and stuff but if they stay in a room together for like an hour one gets mad at the other and either the other attacks back or they let it go. And for the most part they have a pretty healthy relationship but it gets tiresome at times.
So I'm stressing out over this fucking graduation party I have to plan. I have to paint some frames I have to buy all the table cloths all the decorations the venue the invitations everything. I thought it would be easier. but I am like freaking out right now the printers at my house suck and I haven't sent out the invites and I still have to print off pictures and hang them in a frame and than I have to go and get cups and more ribbon and more shit that I can't afford but I'm doing it so no one knows that I am not graduating. and I am so over stressed because of this party and of every thing that I feel like I am going to explode from the inside out.
How many invites can there be there are so many and I thought I was being conservative with just 40 but gezzz. that's a lot of postage. ugh I'm so don't I going to have an anxiety attack or a seizer one or the other they feel similar. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
why me. why did I volunteer to plan my own party why did I even ask for a party to began with. ugh im just done sighing off.... night
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