Today, I'm frustrated.
I'm frustrated that I don't make enough money to do the things I want, and that I don't get paid for my degree.
I'm frustrated that I can't be in Georgia with my best friends.
I'm frustrated that I can't be in StP for my sister in law on her shot night.
I'm frustrated that I can't find my Costco card.
I'm frustrated that there's mold growing on our bedroom wall, who knows from what. (We just found it - calling maintenance on Monday!)
I'm frustrated that no matter how much I clean, our apartment still feels dirty.
I'm frustrated because I feel like I really don't have any friends anymore. And it kills me so. freaking. much.
I'm just frustrated with life.