smile, please smile, i just want you happy

not really in the mood to go to work anymore, even though i need the money. feelin like i'm trying to hold onto my mind, which is making me uncomfortable, because i'm a bit of a hypochondriac like my mother, who is convinced that my knee hurts because i'm getting blood clots and keeps taking my pedal pulse. i'm a bitch of a child and person. i deserve a good slap in the face.