pissed off. the head cook at my work is like this 55 year old woman who talks shit about everyone. she’s such a bitch, telling people my scarves are tacky and that I was faking when I said I was sick. I’ve never called in in my 7 months of working in that shit house. I give it my all and I have to pretend to smile at customers when I’m burning with hurt and anger inside. fuck.
last night was tough. my mom came over with food and i ended up eating a few triangles of this chicken fajita stuff. tore my stomach apart and i hurled as soon as my mom left. then i took nyquil and passed out. uggg.
I’m a 21 year old alien girl currently residing the the mitten state, where I attend a community college and work at a shitty pizzeria. I live with my boyfriend Matt and our cat Pip. Matt crossed the ocean and lived with me in Italy for several months. During my junior year of high school I immersed in a little village in Northern Italy for a year long study abroad program. That year is markedly the year I came alive, fell in love with a man and fell in love with the Earth. After I completed my year abroad I came back to the united states to finish high school. As soon as I was out I went back to Italy for an additional two years where went to school and taught English as a foreign language in the city of Turin. I love to travel, I love to smoke weed, write, speak Italian, study film, and be emotional. At one point in my life I was so sure I was capable of anything, and I am trying to find that spark once more.