Life sucks and it keeps dragging on ...
So I missed the commuter train TWICE ... it's a long story and I'm too tired to go into the monotonous details of it all ... and then I got my portfolio ... didn't win a scholarship ... went to the mfa with ania ... saw the chinese postcard exhibit ... that and the frozen yogurt at ankara cafe were the highlights ... and then we missed the commuter going back b/c we wrote the wrong times down and had to wait 2 hours for the next train at 9:30 and then I got home at 11:30 where my dad was annoyed I was home so late ...
I'm sick of waiting on my mother hand and fucking foot ...
I'm sick of chauffering my family around ...
I'm sick of the stress of needing money and not to mention that new credit card bill for the art supplies I had to buy to mount my stuff for my final critique ...
I'm disappointed I didn't win a scholarship ... I knew it wasn't worth a shot ... but what the hell, right?
I wish the avalon wasn't wrecked ...
I wish I had time to not be stressed, have a migrane, feel sick, worried about an internship, money, my mom, my dad, driving them around, waiting on my mom ... it never ends ... I want school to come back so I can go away ... I'm tired of being the MOM.
My sister Erica had to write a paper on motherhood and my mother was too lazy to come into the kitchen so she could type the answers to the interview ... so she interviewed me and I had to proofread her paper and now I know that she understands that I "was forced to grow up quickly and take care of my other sister and I based on family circumstances." Maybe she understands.
I'm sick of waiting on my mother hand and fucking foot ...
I'm sick of chauffering my family around ...
I'm sick of the stress of needing money and not to mention that new credit card bill for the art supplies I had to buy to mount my stuff for my final critique ...
I'm disappointed I didn't win a scholarship ... I knew it wasn't worth a shot ... but what the hell, right?
I wish the avalon wasn't wrecked ...
I wish I had time to not be stressed, have a migrane, feel sick, worried about an internship, money, my mom, my dad, driving them around, waiting on my mom ... it never ends ... I want school to come back so I can go away ... I'm tired of being the MOM.
My sister Erica had to write a paper on motherhood and my mother was too lazy to come into the kitchen so she could type the answers to the interview ... so she interviewed me and I had to proofread her paper and now I know that she understands that I "was forced to grow up quickly and take care of my other sister and I based on family circumstances." Maybe she understands.