I'm suffering from stress related burnout and want to go base jumping without a parachute. If my house mate Therese makes one more crack about my weight or tells me to help her cut wood with her broken chainsaw one more time I'm going to jump off the Santos Building in Adelaide and I'm taking her blind, predjudiced, brain damaged arse over the edge with me. I'm sick of study, I'm sick of her and I'm sick of being sick.
I'm tired of having to hold her daughter while she cries because she's being bitched at because the moron forgot to save money for food. I'm sick of being treated like a theif for asking her to chip in for food when $1800 AU o