Anxiety, exhaustion, rib cramps, and venting.

(Author's note: If you don't want to hear me complain. I vote reading my story instead of this. ^-^; )

I figured, since I am having trouble sleeping at the moment, I should write on here to get it out of my system. I believe I have said it before, but I do not "work". As such, I do not make money. I do have things to do, errands for my parents and my brother. This earns me a minor sum of money, but not enough to really do anything with. I do not earn anything from the government nor do I have insurance. My illness, hypokalemic periodic paralysis, which a doctor told me it was what he felt I had, was unwilling to do any proper test to "prove" it was so. This was from a doctor at a hospital, as such I didn't have to pay it back. If I had, I would be homeless at the moment. Well, I'll be honest, I would have been dead many years ago if that were the case.

Hmm, but I am getting off topic, but as such, I am not on disability or the like. I do get reasonably unfavorable comments about getting a job and stop being "lazy" or have a doctor prove it from my father. I am both lucky and unlucky that my mom loves me and protects me from him. Otherwise the former homeless/**** statement would have been long ago and I wouldn't be here, venting at the moment. I also wouldn't be suffering, something I am reminded of almost daily. That and this story wouldn't exist as it is now. I am sure someday down the line someone else would have created something similar.

I am quite use to things not going well for me, but I am sure this is so for many others.

I will not claim to be special or deserving of more, but ah well.

At least a bit of venting on here has made me feel a bit better. I apologize for wasting anyone's time.

-Bows my head slightly- No need to comment or anything, but I appreciate anyone who took the time to read this little rambling.

I will try to get back to writing more tomorrow. Until then, stay safe, enjoy reading, and all that good stuff. ^.^