resolutions (fashionably late)
2008 started out almost as shitty as 2007 ended.
A month later I still have a body wracking cough, and I suppose he was bored so God threw a couple of broken ribs into the equation. This was all a week after I received the call that the apartment was mine if I could come up with the first months rent by the 14th.
That was five days on Wednesday, and the week started out pretty well. Of course now, it's crunch time, and I have to work a 12 hour shift, hope to God I make 100 dollars and do all of this with two broken ribs.
I'm wondering if someone is trying to sabotage me. I mean come on, broken ribs?! What the FUCK?! Where the hell did that come from?
At this point in my life I'm starting to give up on trying to have a working relationship with my father. All he has done is not just let me down and let me sort of be on my own, all by my lonesome, but he has also taken it upon himself to come in whenever he needs me.
My father owes me something over $2000, destroyed my credit, and couldn't so much as lift a finger to help me out. Yes, I am working to make my own first months rent/deposits, but what if instead of broken ribs, it was a broken arm. Or a broken leg. Or two broken legs.
Needless to say, I would be fucked. What would I do then? I couldn't work. I hate him. I really, truly hate him and once I move out there will be more attachment to my neighbor than there will be to my father. I don't love him. I don't hate my parent in a crazy hormonal teen way, I have no love for him. It has done me no good, and if I could kill him I would. EVERYTHING that has FUCKED ME over last year, this year so far is HIS. FAULT.
End of story, really.
A month later I still have a body wracking cough, and I suppose he was bored so God threw a couple of broken ribs into the equation. This was all a week after I received the call that the apartment was mine if I could come up with the first months rent by the 14th.
That was five days on Wednesday, and the week started out pretty well. Of course now, it's crunch time, and I have to work a 12 hour shift, hope to God I make 100 dollars and do all of this with two broken ribs.
I'm wondering if someone is trying to sabotage me. I mean come on, broken ribs?! What the FUCK?! Where the hell did that come from?
At this point in my life I'm starting to give up on trying to have a working relationship with my father. All he has done is not just let me down and let me sort of be on my own, all by my lonesome, but he has also taken it upon himself to come in whenever he needs me.
My father owes me something over $2000, destroyed my credit, and couldn't so much as lift a finger to help me out. Yes, I am working to make my own first months rent/deposits, but what if instead of broken ribs, it was a broken arm. Or a broken leg. Or two broken legs.
Needless to say, I would be fucked. What would I do then? I couldn't work. I hate him. I really, truly hate him and once I move out there will be more attachment to my neighbor than there will be to my father. I don't love him. I don't hate my parent in a crazy hormonal teen way, I have no love for him. It has done me no good, and if I could kill him I would. EVERYTHING that has FUCKED ME over last year, this year so far is HIS. FAULT.
End of story, really.