*Le sigh*
Life is so difficult sometimes.
I needed extra cash. So I got a second job at the pet store. I work from 7-5 Monday - Friday at the daycare. Three of those days, I work at the pet store from 5-9. Then I work the weekends at the pet store. It isn't too bad on me as far as "stressing out" goes, but...
I just don't have time to -do- anything anymore! I try, I really do. But at nine when I stagger in through the door, I am so exhausted. Springtime is almost past its sixth chapter and I haven't had any real time to work on it, which pisses me off.
My cats miss me. It's sad.
But I got my first paycheck from the pet store today. And when I saw my check, I was like "This is worth it." So yeah. I'm sorry to all my friends, I've been trying to keep up on your stuff. I really have.
I don't know what I want anymore. Extra cash, or freetime. But I am twenty-one, living with my mother, sister, two kids, two dogs and two cats. In a three bedroom trailer. I miss my apartment. Where it was always quiet and calm and I could smoke in any room I wanted.
Tonight I went out for dinner and drinks with my three girlfriends. And I would have had a lot more fun if I hadn't have been so fucking tired. I feel like I was a drag on everyone else's good time.
It's like... without a second job, I am miserable financially and will never be free of my mother and sister. But then, I am so tired when I come home... and so irritable.
Why is life so complicated?
I needed extra cash. So I got a second job at the pet store. I work from 7-5 Monday - Friday at the daycare. Three of those days, I work at the pet store from 5-9. Then I work the weekends at the pet store. It isn't too bad on me as far as "stressing out" goes, but...
I just don't have time to -do- anything anymore! I try, I really do. But at nine when I stagger in through the door, I am so exhausted. Springtime is almost past its sixth chapter and I haven't had any real time to work on it, which pisses me off.
My cats miss me. It's sad.
But I got my first paycheck from the pet store today. And when I saw my check, I was like "This is worth it." So yeah. I'm sorry to all my friends, I've been trying to keep up on your stuff. I really have.
I don't know what I want anymore. Extra cash, or freetime. But I am twenty-one, living with my mother, sister, two kids, two dogs and two cats. In a three bedroom trailer. I miss my apartment. Where it was always quiet and calm and I could smoke in any room I wanted.
Tonight I went out for dinner and drinks with my three girlfriends. And I would have had a lot more fun if I hadn't have been so fucking tired. I feel like I was a drag on everyone else's good time.
It's like... without a second job, I am miserable financially and will never be free of my mother and sister. But then, I am so tired when I come home... and so irritable.
Why is life so complicated?