I'm telling you...Shit is Fucked Up

So, I've decided, that if there is a "God", he/she hates good people. And loves heartless idiots. Been spending this whole week trying to take care of mum, she can't afford to go to a doctor, her throat hurts so bad she can't eat or drink, but even though she's in so much pain, she STILL went up to Grandpa's and helped him paint his deck AND helped him put together his new lawn furniture. Now she can't even move because her legs and back are killing her. She's probably the most giving person I know and she has the worst luck that I've ever seen.

Yet, Joanna has it MADE right now. I'm not going to rant off about her, I'm tired, shitty mood, and this typing is probably bugging mum who finally fell asleep. I hope she stays asleep.

Dad's out drinking with Uncle Dave. Josh and Jo are out drinking who knows where. They're all feeling pretty damn good right about now. I don't know. I'm done. I have a fucking headache...

I want my texting back...