while im crying..
i need help... in that therapy kind of way.
today i come home from work. ive been sick all week so work hasnt really been fun... my mother is offering me meatloaf she spent all day making.. then with a smile on her face asks me to follow her upstairs and to look at what she did. i go into my room to see my closet completely emptied, a pile of clothes on my bed and two pairs of shoes on the closet floor. she tells me she made room for all of her christmas decorations that are now in little tupperware containers on the floor in my closet.
here's where i panic.
80% of my belongings... clothes school books.. all of my paintings and my portfolio are in the dumpster.
she threw out everything.
i make a fist as im yelling at her. i cant do it.. so it lands on the wall next to me as im screaming. my fist is in pain. she tells me the rest of it will go out tomorrow if i dont clean it up. she leaves the house...
for the past two hours ive been in the dumpster trying to find half of my stuff. its dark so i cant find much anymore. my car is filled with almost everything i own now.
luckily the worst boss in the entire world has me off tomorrow. perfect timing... i can spend the whole day packing the rest of my shit to bring it god know's where..
i have no where else to go. i tried calling my father... he tells me my closet was a mess he would have thrown it all away too. thats where i hang up on him.
chris's mother tells me i can leave my stuff here for now... but i cant live here... i need my own place very soon.
im still waiting for that part of life where things are supposed to be ok...
for now.. i have 750 ml of jager that im going to drink before the night is over... ill pack tomorrow..
and possibly live out of my car for the rest of 2005.
today i come home from work. ive been sick all week so work hasnt really been fun... my mother is offering me meatloaf she spent all day making.. then with a smile on her face asks me to follow her upstairs and to look at what she did. i go into my room to see my closet completely emptied, a pile of clothes on my bed and two pairs of shoes on the closet floor. she tells me she made room for all of her christmas decorations that are now in little tupperware containers on the floor in my closet.
here's where i panic.
80% of my belongings... clothes school books.. all of my paintings and my portfolio are in the dumpster.
she threw out everything.
i make a fist as im yelling at her. i cant do it.. so it lands on the wall next to me as im screaming. my fist is in pain. she tells me the rest of it will go out tomorrow if i dont clean it up. she leaves the house...
for the past two hours ive been in the dumpster trying to find half of my stuff. its dark so i cant find much anymore. my car is filled with almost everything i own now.
luckily the worst boss in the entire world has me off tomorrow. perfect timing... i can spend the whole day packing the rest of my shit to bring it god know's where..
i have no where else to go. i tried calling my father... he tells me my closet was a mess he would have thrown it all away too. thats where i hang up on him.
chris's mother tells me i can leave my stuff here for now... but i cant live here... i need my own place very soon.
im still waiting for that part of life where things are supposed to be ok...
for now.. i have 750 ml of jager that im going to drink before the night is over... ill pack tomorrow..
and possibly live out of my car for the rest of 2005.