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The end of the universe. That's what this world has been feeling like lately.

My friend got married. I'm still single. Same said friend has her license, and is about to get another car again.

I've got a car, yet no license. Plus, on top of all that; no fucking job! I'm seriously hoping that my school loan won't take all of my tax refunds, because I seriously need some money. I also seriously need to get out of this fucking house of mine.

I need a smoke, but I'm broke. So even if I left the house illegally to drive down the gas station to pick up a pack of smokes, I'd have no money to pay Tammy with anyways. And Mom already brought home a bag of ice. So it's not like I can just con my way into getting a pack of cigs soon either.

And to add insult to injury, I wasn't a bridesmaid at my best friend's wedding. I don't know, I guess it just says to me:

"You're so pathetic! You can't get a job, and both of your only friends always knock you down because you have no job!! And you didn't even get picked to be a bridesmaid in her wedding!!!"

Eh...I don't know. Just pisses me off for some reason. That I'm probably suffering some kind of acute withdrawal from lack of cigarettes too.

Well, later tonight me and the 'rents are going out for dinner. Maybe I can convince Mom to get me a pack of cheap cigs. Something at least.