I remember going to an afterhours clinic when I first had pancreatitis and a kidney infection and the doctors were like “so how much pain are you in” and I was like “idk like it’s hard to sleep bc of it I guess” and they took my pulse and it was like. over 200 bpm 

I’m literally so pissed one the lab’s machines stopped taking data and I’m the only one on my team in town right now so at fucking midnight guess who gets to get out of bed and drive to the lab in sub zero temperatures to go to a cold ass lab because we have to keep the machines at 4K and make sure this 3 million dollar piece of fucking ice garbage idiot machine hasn’t killed itself I’m so pissed I’m livid

I’m using my stepdad’s car to get to work because I can’t afford a car. The reason I got the job was so I could get an apartment upstate so I could do research for the university. I’m going to be making around 3k over the summer. Half of that goes to the apartment. 1k of that goes to a car I’m going to be buying at the end of the summer. That leaves me $500 for 9 months of food, books, and necessities. My step dad now thinks that because I’m using his car, and have a job, I can buy groceries for the family. With the remaining $500 of my budget. He doesn’t fucking understand that literally every round of groceries I buy for the family means meals that I have to skip at university and he has the fucking nerve to be angry at me for being “””””selfish””””” and not wanting to throw my god damned money at him and his fucking kids.

Cat in the summer meadow, 1920 - Bruno Liljefors (Swedish, 1860-1939)