This piece has, in some form been a long time coming.

For the past month or so I've been having pains in my stomach. It started off really minor and almost unnoticeable, but this last week it has erupted into almost crippling pain. I have a few guesses as to what the cause might be, and the one I'm leaning towards and expecting the doctor to say when I visit early this week is that I have developed a stress-induced ulcer.

Now, since my insurance is through my father, I decided to ask him exactly what it covers for my inevitable trip to the doctor. He dodged the questions and talked to mom about it behind my back and called me saying "she says it's probably an ulcer. You know that's caused by stress, right? What the hell do you have to be stressed about?"

A god damn lot douchebag!

I guess it's entirely inconceivable that I don't stress about much. Why no, there's no way I beat myself up for ruining my chances at college, being stuck in a dead end worthless job I hate, being in debt to my own family, ruining the life of the one person who actually cared about me, and a myriad of other reasons why I think my life is a colossal fuck up and just want to give up. Of course I stress about it. I have to live with it.

So the cycle continues. Vent art is vent art, and doesn't really make me feel any better. Whatever.