What a week. I have had fights with everyone on Earth. I fought with a post doc I don't even know, with my husband, with Jose. It is a miracle I didn't end up fighting with a dead wet cat in the street.
I am so depressed I might as well throw myself from Warren hall. The professor at UCSF rejected my ass. I wasnt getting a good vive out of that lab because of the post doc anyway. I want to die.
Can someone just kill me.
Now I know what you all are going to say and yes I already contacted another HIV professor at UCSF. This is basically my last chance.
IF this guy doesn't accept me Old Frow is going to have to take me.
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Can I please get some weed, antidepressents and lots of alcohol and sex and chocolates.
Some one shoot me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isa
Palabras prestadas de Ana MarĂa Shua
2 months ago
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