Woke my mom up early. Mom has severe anxiety disorder, to the point she can't really go into town or anywhere very distant by herself, so we'd worked out yesterday that her buddy for today would be my sister, so that she could drive me to campus and not have to wait out there until I was out of class (there's a few long and complicated reasons I can't take the bus home). I asked if we could go an hour early, because I wanted to see my girlfriend before she went home for the day.
I woke her up early, and only learned about ten minutes into her fit that my sister wasn't coming. I then tried to insist that she go back to sleep, that she make herself breakfast, do whatever she wanted to do because I didn't want to go an hour early if it meant that she'd have to be there an hour longer.
She kept getting ready, saying all the time things like "I'm gonna be fucking starving because you wanted to go an hour early" and "There's nothing here to fucking eat, I'm not gonna make dinner after sitting out there all day". I can cook enough things to fend for myself and still eat something resembling a meal, but the words and implication hurt more. So I spent my entire morning in tears and feeling like a selfish piece of garbage.
After about an hour of that, some minutes of silence and some pretty forced apologies on the way out to campus, I receive a text from my girlfriend just about as we pull into the parking lot. She left early anyway because she got a ride from her dad.
Fuck this gay earth, fuck life, fuck everything, I'm done, I don't care anymore