Sorry to add another depressing thread to Real Life Stories, I just need to vent, this past month has be fuckin' shitty. So a few weeks ago I got really sick, you know, like fever and coughing shit up, and I could barely keep my head up in class. A week rolls by, and it's almost gone, all I have is a bit of a cough. Then my cough comes back full tilt, I can't even speak my throat is so fucked, and I get another fever. Week 2 is done, and I still have this damn cough. It's been a month now and I'm still coughing like a motherfucker every day. The doctor says it might be seasonal allergies, but she has no goddamn clue. Around the time I got sick, my best friend started acting like a real fucking asshole. He'd ditch me when we had plans and say he couldn't hang out, then go chill with some other cats. Then we make plans again to get our drink on, because I've been really stressed, and what happens? He spends all the money he was gonna pitch to get drunk the day before. I mean, I've known this guy my whole life, we've always been really good friends, and now he's ditching me left, right, and center. So I suggest we jam, (we're in a band together), and when he finally finds time for it he comes all burnt out and tired. It was like trying to play with a puddle of slime. "How do you want me to play this?" "I dunno", "Do you like how that sounds?" "I dunno". He's just not the same, it's like he really hates me all of a sudden. And I can't get a job. I've been trying for a while now, it's just so hard with the shit economy we've got going, and I really need some money before summer rolls around. McDonald's won't even hire me. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Become a male prostitute? I can't even deal drugs 'cause I don't gotta cell phone. Today, me and my good friend who I was talking about earlier were jamming with another dude, and my friend decides to kick us out early because he'd rather "get baked and watch TV". I mean, I don't care if you get baked and watch TV, but kicking us out right in the middle of hanging out to do that, man, that's some nerve. So I'm cruising home, already kinda pissed off, and I get home. Wow, cherry on fucking top, my iPod is gone. I just got that after Christmas. I called my friend and he can't find it at his house, and I walked the way I boarded home like 4 times looking for it. Fuck. FUCK! God must hate me. I've been too blasphemous. So he blessed me with shitty social skills and now he's fucking with me. My luck has never been good, but, I mean, come on. That's the second iPod touch I've lost. My first one was stolen, along with my bike. At least summer's coming.