Paella of Thoughts

I really just feel like I am in a minor life rut. Things aren't so bad I just want to bang my head against the wall, but things aren't so great that I'm belting out show tunes.
I just think stress is getting the better of me, as well as general weirdness.
Last week I had a bunch of things I had to get done for nursing involving poking into my arms. While I was leaving the school health center I wondered if I was missing the whole "college experience", but then I almost got run over while walking across the x-walk. I figured quickly there was a reason I left the first time.
Then I waited in my diabetic drs office for forty minutes without being seen, and decided enough of waiting so got up and told the receptionist while fighting back tears of anger I had to leave for a tb test result. While this was true I have no idea why I was crying...I mean I wasn't that pissed (hormone was my conclusion the day later if you get my drift).
Today I find out that my big boss is coming for an evaluation tomorrow, which means I feel screwed.
Ironically as well as I tighten my diabetes control and take my insulin consistently so then my weight creeps up. As my weight creeps up so does my insulin resistance, and then I need to take more insulin, and then I gain more weight.
I recently heard this saying after seeing it online (one of those stupid word shortened saying things those hip kids say now)...anyways fml....fuck my life
I would like to emphasize....FUCK MY LIFE
Besides that I am doing great
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I will say amist the crap piles known as my existance (I can lay the self pity on thick on my own blog right?) that at least I have my little moo, and my friends....

This is the most randon post ever......

I went to my friend's mother's funeral and realized how much I fucking hate a lot...
Maybe that's why I don't beleive... how can I beleive in someone who lets so much pain be felt...to his/her own "children"....and if it's to teach us a lesson for someone elses sin...hows that right...im supposed to pay for someonelses fuck up...and im not learning from the pain...im just becoming more demented and fucked up.....

And if its an all mighty power why don't they fix things...what are they too busy playing golf?
I just don't fucking get it...

Anyways my friend asked me how I coped when my dad died....she asked me so she could hope to help herself....I didn't know what to say...I told her it would be different because I was young when he passed...
but really,
I don't think I ever coped in a way I would advertise for others....I became angry, indulgent, forgetful, and voided...I shut myself off for years....

I thought about this and realized I couldn't tell her this...
It hurt...It really fucking hurt to watch my friend cry while the minister spoke about her mother...and know how much pain she was in...it physically fucken hurts...

There is me in a bad mood for the last two weeks sorry