SHIIIIIT!

[logansrogue]

GOD DAMN IT. DAMN ME AND MY CLUMSY FUCKING ASS.

I decided to step over the cord of my Mum's external hard drive. My foot didn't go as high as I thought, and the thing crashed to the floor with great force.

IT IS NOW NOT WORKING. It has ALL MY RESCUE FILES ON IT. And family photos. And I have NO FRIGGIN' IDEA HOW TO FIX THE FUCKING THING. It doesn't have screws.

I am thinking I'm going to have to take it to a hard-drive recovery place, but that requires:

- That I have a hard drive to put the files onto
- That I have the ridiculous amounts of money required to rescue said files

And right now, I'm in debt from getting Melma washed and having that terrible habit of needing to see a psychologist twice a month (which I need more than ever since I was triggered badly last week).

I am so stressed out right now, so out of hope, I'm just wanting to cry and cry and cry.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!

ETA: The files have been backed up yet again. Hopefully I can get the files off the broken drive, it'll just be a matter of who I go to to get the help, friends or companies I pay to do it (it'll take some asking around). I have come down from the ledge. I think I'm really overdue some damned therapy. I get very worked up over not-so-vital-things sometimes.

Comments

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I understand. My inherited iPhone was down for a couple of weeks recently, and I was much more freaked out over that than the loss of my car. (I still have no interest in replacing the car, but apparently I need digital media to not commit suicide.)

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

I never realised how much time I devote to Facebook gaming until my laptop croaked. This desktop machine can't cope with the flash programmes, so I can only play Fishville. All my games - arrrgh! The other thing is that these silly games and funny videos on youtube and epic discussion threads on blogs and on journalfent and stuff, it actually helps me distract myself from my pain issues as well. And anything that reduces the amount of opiates I take per day is a good, good thing. (Though I'm tripping balls at the moment from my second dose of the day, cause ow, and they, it's just a bit fun).

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I can't read on the bus -- shoot, I can't even rummage through my bag on the bus -- without nausea. Thank God for podcasts. And hell yes to the games and mental health. Five minutes of Drop7 (or, for that matter, the weirdly satisfying Five Minutes to Kill Yourself) is amazingly effective at keeping the horrors at bay.