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i must report back with bad news. i'm not sure what is going on anymore. i just know that i don't wanna be a part of it anymore. my uncle is getting more and more irratated with me. my boy is ... well he might be growing weary of this attitude i've had lately. i can't just dwell on all this shit. but what does it really matter now? i might be moving into my dads house ... again. it just might all be for the better. although, my boy would really have to leave at 10p. and no calls after 9p *shaking finger*.
maybe after my uncle, supposedly, moves out i can move into the garage and those two guys can move into the room. i guess that would be nice. I'm glad fernando isn't here ... i'm not sure if he'd allow me in the garage by myself now.
i've been waking up and getting out of the house before 10 am every day, except for weekends or just sundays. i cried myself back to sleep today around 10a and woke up at 1:30p. i guess my uncle came home before then and saw me sleeping. yep ... very mad. i don't complain at all. about anything, except to my friends. i don't tell him that no one cleans but me. that if i don't do something, it doesn't get done at all. because, i'm out of work. what kind of arguement is that? there's still no toilet paper. corrina's been spending about every night away from the house. i guess it excludes her from any kind of responsibility in the house. i barely eat there. i'm too worried that i'll pick the one thing that someone wanted to save and they'll blow up at me for eating it. if i buy something and make it, i always do my dishes after or before eating.
blah. too many complaints and not enough solutions. except for the living situation, it'd all be solved with a job. i would start feeling good again. like i'm worth something because i can chip in. help out.
now if only i could believe that for more than five minutes ...
maybe after my uncle, supposedly, moves out i can move into the garage and those two guys can move into the room. i guess that would be nice. I'm glad fernando isn't here ... i'm not sure if he'd allow me in the garage by myself now.
i've been waking up and getting out of the house before 10 am every day, except for weekends or just sundays. i cried myself back to sleep today around 10a and woke up at 1:30p. i guess my uncle came home before then and saw me sleeping. yep ... very mad. i don't complain at all. about anything, except to my friends. i don't tell him that no one cleans but me. that if i don't do something, it doesn't get done at all. because, i'm out of work. what kind of arguement is that? there's still no toilet paper. corrina's been spending about every night away from the house. i guess it excludes her from any kind of responsibility in the house. i barely eat there. i'm too worried that i'll pick the one thing that someone wanted to save and they'll blow up at me for eating it. if i buy something and make it, i always do my dishes after or before eating.
blah. too many complaints and not enough solutions. except for the living situation, it'd all be solved with a job. i would start feeling good again. like i'm worth something because i can chip in. help out.
now if only i could believe that for more than five minutes ...