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Arizona Hates Me, So Does The Universe
The universe seems determined to never, ever, never give me a break.
My trip leaves me just as confused as they always seem to. I get introduced as a friend, but a song gets sung for me. People that I meet tell me he says all these great things about me- but he doesn't say them to me. He buys me a dozen red roses, but he seems to easily let me go home. I've texted him, left a message on his house phone and called his cell (only to be bumped to voicemail) and he has not called me or texted me back today.
Bummer things happened to suppress my normal personality too, as always. Last time I went out there, I got sick. Guess what? I got sick again. I had to be on cold medicine practically the whole time. Then I got him sick too.
Then even worse. We went fishing. Well, I don't fish, but he's always saying stuff about me not being an outdoorsy type kind of turning him off. So what do I do? I take a pole from him and fish. Guess what? I got CITED for fishing without a license. The worst timing ever. To impress a guy I get cited with a criminal offense during a background investigation for the dispatch job. No matter how much I pleaded with the lady officer, I got no sympathy. You can probably guess what kind of mood that put me in, something that was very hard for me to dig out of. I will likely lose the possibility of the position, and I am still no closer to AZ loving me, so it was all for nothing.
I am so fucking pathetic.
I feel like such a loser. I really just want to jump off a bridge. I hate my job. I have no life. I'm always sick. I am so fucking sad. I feel like I am too old for any of this to turn around for me.
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