fuckity fuck
Holy fucking cow.
I have had a horrible two weeks. First the Van I bought my mom for mothers day gets stolen two weeks ago. The cop who found it couldn’t take fingerprints because they left the window down and it was pouring rain. The tow truck people wouldn’t come out since it WAS raining, so my mom and I pushed it out of the alley way that it was found in.
So, I had to pay for my moms tow. I know I’ll get that money back from the insurance company but then the asshole that towed it did not give her a receipt. The same asshole charged my mom to Tow my sisters car to his place to get fixed 3 weeks ago and he hasn’t. He gave my mom a price of 200 dollars to fix her steering wheel and put on new brakes. She decides to tell him to just show her how to crank it without fiixing it and to put new brake pads on… guess what, he took the whole 200 bucks. NOW the none of the accessories don’t work and that’s awful weird since somehow he managed to get the window up, but now he’s claiming it was already up when it was towed in.
My little sister went with a friend to Louisiana. The house that she was in burned down. Im not talking about they went out for lunch and it burned. She was inside. Luckily everyone got out. They did loose four Dogs however.
I come home only to see my dads car here. Come to find out his apartment got shot up! A bullet went through one of his walls and stuck in the floor by his feet.
What the hell is going on with the world???? I want to get out of Jacksonville so bad. I honestly want to take my shit, go to Indiana and just tell Florida to fuck off.
It’s really stressful having my mom depend on me. She wants Micheal and I to go half on a 4 bedroom house with her and dad. I honestly would like some privacy for a little wile and the way she’s making it seem is that she will move whenever we do and be with us. I feel really bad for wanting to have my own life a little wile because she cries when I talk about moving out.
Plus, I’m really really really fucking sick. I can barley talk. I think I have Pnomina or bronchitis.
I don’t know what the fuck to do.
I have had a horrible two weeks. First the Van I bought my mom for mothers day gets stolen two weeks ago. The cop who found it couldn’t take fingerprints because they left the window down and it was pouring rain. The tow truck people wouldn’t come out since it WAS raining, so my mom and I pushed it out of the alley way that it was found in.
So, I had to pay for my moms tow. I know I’ll get that money back from the insurance company but then the asshole that towed it did not give her a receipt. The same asshole charged my mom to Tow my sisters car to his place to get fixed 3 weeks ago and he hasn’t. He gave my mom a price of 200 dollars to fix her steering wheel and put on new brakes. She decides to tell him to just show her how to crank it without fiixing it and to put new brake pads on… guess what, he took the whole 200 bucks. NOW the none of the accessories don’t work and that’s awful weird since somehow he managed to get the window up, but now he’s claiming it was already up when it was towed in.
My little sister went with a friend to Louisiana. The house that she was in burned down. Im not talking about they went out for lunch and it burned. She was inside. Luckily everyone got out. They did loose four Dogs however.
I come home only to see my dads car here. Come to find out his apartment got shot up! A bullet went through one of his walls and stuck in the floor by his feet.
What the hell is going on with the world???? I want to get out of Jacksonville so bad. I honestly want to take my shit, go to Indiana and just tell Florida to fuck off.
It’s really stressful having my mom depend on me. She wants Micheal and I to go half on a 4 bedroom house with her and dad. I honestly would like some privacy for a little wile and the way she’s making it seem is that she will move whenever we do and be with us. I feel really bad for wanting to have my own life a little wile because she cries when I talk about moving out.
Plus, I’m really really really fucking sick. I can barley talk. I think I have Pnomina or bronchitis.
I don’t know what the fuck to do.