Damn, damn, damn.

I really don't feel like being alone right now. I'm upset about my taxes. I owe more than I make in a month. Between the trust and the fact that I'm "self-employed" as an independent contractor and Veronica not taking taxes out of my paycheck, it just fucking sucks. I mean, I was expecting it to be bad. But not this bad. And it's going to end up being even worse because my mom missed one of my W2s when she was faxing stuff to the tax people so they have to redo them with me earning almost $5,000 more over the course of the year which will probably drive my amount due up even higher.

I really don't know what I'm going to do.

I need a hug.