What's my age again?

Today has been ridiculous.

I've already phoned two banks about accounts and payment inquiries, my phone company, a fitness line about an undelivered product and a full refund for it, the Government of Canada regarding my EI cheques and as to why I would be denied for them, and had to go over my Visa statements for errors.

Jesus, I'm not even twenty years old and look at this fucking checklist? My shoulders are tense and sore, my neck is irritated as shit, and I'm sure if I had any sort of problem with my blood pressure I'd be dead.

To top the list, all of a sudden my University dreams may come crashing to a halt after I've gotten a place and paid my admission fees simply due the fact they haven't processed me. All this time I've been waiting for them to call me back they've been waiting for my High School transcript, but not bothering to tell me. Now I'm in a mad dash trying to make sure everything goes through as planned and calling every couple of hours making sure things are rolling.

Fuck my life. This is absolutely crazy, if I don't make it in I'm fucked. What the fuck will I do? How am I going to pay rent now? I'm going to either be ridiculously in debt or just out of luck buttfucked waiting for another semester to start away from home.

Seriously, fuck this. When did I get so old and have all these ridiculous responsibilities?

A day late, a buck short; I'm writing the report on losing and failing. When I move I'm flailing now. And it's happened once again, I'll turn to a friend. Someone that understands and sees through the master plan. But everybodys gone, and I've been here too long to face this on my own. Well, I guess this is growing up.