On the brink of an anxiety attack and full fo tears
because my payslip makes no sense. Tells me absolutely nothing, I’m being emergency taxed, and I don’t understand what or how much I’m being emergency taxed because my new boss never asked for my p45 so I don’t know… I am freaking out. It litreally says how much I got paid and thats it, and I don’t wanna ask my boss cause she already thinks I’m dim enough as it is. and I don’t understand anything and I just wanna fix it.
halp. :’( I can’t.
I’m up at 5am. I’m in no way sleepy. and I am so nervous about tomorrow.
Also Can’t decide on bodysuits, or ELF make-up.
It’s the start of my uncles court case today. Mood is weird in my house. Ugh I need a hug :/
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse, ya feel me