i am freaking out. its 630 am, im still packing. i have a meeting with my manager at 10. im gonna die. everything has gone wrong. stuff
started getting fixed slowly but surely. now im just hating everything.
once again, i dont know what im doing. i dont know whats going on. and
by the way things have been going, i think that i am putting myself in
a bad situation thats gonna wind up getting me fucked over again b/c im
trying to help someone that i dont think can even fix themselves. i really
hope that i am wrong on this one.