no rest for the wicked.

[thejunipertree]

I'm so goddamn tired right now.

My eyes are like concrete, not even the rain can wake me up.
Today was full of suck and I'm not even sure why. I'm just constantly on the verge of either sobbing or screaming. It's most likely due to a consistent lack of sleep, which puts me on a razor thin edge.

I don't enjoy this edge. I'm snappish. And pouty. And belligerent.

My brother (the good one) took our mom to chemotherapy today, as I've really missed too much work to do so this week. She called me when they got home to inform me that the doctors have started to make noises about continuing her treatment after the formerly prescribed twenty treatments.

Continue it?
What the fuck for?
Twenty isn't ENOUGH?

Apparently, they're not so sure since the cancer had been very bad.
Fucking doctorspeak.
Half the time they pump your ass full of sunshine and daises and the rest of the time, they're already digging your grave. I just want those muffling cocksuckers to make up their minds.

I just want to sleep until everything else goes away.