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all i can hope right now is that the worst is over with.
i thought it was but i wasn't 100 percent sure and then it wasn't. like when someone is sneezing a lot and you aren't sure when to say "bless you".
they only paid me for a month. they took my lap top. they took my dog. they trashed my house. and now i swear i have fleas.
kyle burleson is a jerk. a lying, cowardly jerk. i sit there sobbing, in hysterics at the things that his family did to me and he does nothing to comfort me. he lies to my face. i thought for a split second that i may have a way to take one step forward but no... no i do not.
i call the cops and the cops nicely tell me that they can't do anything. apparently they are all just pencil pushers. THEY TOOK MY DOG. THEY CAME INTO MY HOUSE WHEN I WAS NOT HOME AND THEY TOOK MY DOG AND THEY TOOK MY LAPTOP WITH ALL MY WORK ON IT. the cop just looks at me. i don't know why he showed up. made me even more sick when he knew who i was talking about and he told me how little he thinks of them, how they are most likely guilty but he still can't help me.
what the hell is the point?
what gets me the most is the fact that they throw around the words "adult" and "responsible" and "right". holy shit, you people wouldn't know what a responsible adult doing something right was if it came and shot you in the head.
(which one should)
but i am still wrong. yup. deserved everything that came to me. i still would like to know why. yeah, i said i was going to sell all their shit... did i? nope. i said their kids would go into my room and "steal" things...so? i can say that i am a pickled carrot stick but no one has to listen to me. but the fact that they put holes in my walls, broke agreements, broke EVERY agreement, left trash all over my house for me to clean up, took my dog and stole my computer, that is crossing some kind of line that is miles from being a good human being.
so, ive got that.
then i have my dad saying that i am stupid and everyone chanting, "told you so." ok? you told me... but when i needed help you weren't their helping me so if all you can do is flap your gums then how about you just staple them shut and save it for someone with a longer fuse than me at this point in time.
i want to punch someone in the face. i want to punch a lot of people in the face. i want to do more than punch a lot of people in more than just their face.
most importantly though, i would like it if my sister and mom, though they are an incredible amount of help, would stop going through things in my bedroom and then making comments. yeah guys, i admit having sex. so don't go getting upset when you find condoms or a novelty thong. honestly, i haven't even seen some of this stuff in a year.
i want a dog. but now that they took mine, apparently going out and getting a new one is out of the question. i think that sucks. honestly, i don't think i am moving back with my parents. i think i am going straight from house to apartment. i mean, 300 dollars in bills versus the 250 in rent to my parents to keep a house with my new dog or my bedroom in my parents house... the answer is clear. fuck, i think i rather eat the 50 dollars i am losing just for the fact that i don't have to move twice.
i dunno... everything is just too fucking crazy right now.
and this is the short version.
i thought it was but i wasn't 100 percent sure and then it wasn't. like when someone is sneezing a lot and you aren't sure when to say "bless you".
they only paid me for a month. they took my lap top. they took my dog. they trashed my house. and now i swear i have fleas.
kyle burleson is a jerk. a lying, cowardly jerk. i sit there sobbing, in hysterics at the things that his family did to me and he does nothing to comfort me. he lies to my face. i thought for a split second that i may have a way to take one step forward but no... no i do not.
i call the cops and the cops nicely tell me that they can't do anything. apparently they are all just pencil pushers. THEY TOOK MY DOG. THEY CAME INTO MY HOUSE WHEN I WAS NOT HOME AND THEY TOOK MY DOG AND THEY TOOK MY LAPTOP WITH ALL MY WORK ON IT. the cop just looks at me. i don't know why he showed up. made me even more sick when he knew who i was talking about and he told me how little he thinks of them, how they are most likely guilty but he still can't help me.
what the hell is the point?
what gets me the most is the fact that they throw around the words "adult" and "responsible" and "right". holy shit, you people wouldn't know what a responsible adult doing something right was if it came and shot you in the head.
(which one should)
but i am still wrong. yup. deserved everything that came to me. i still would like to know why. yeah, i said i was going to sell all their shit... did i? nope. i said their kids would go into my room and "steal" things...so? i can say that i am a pickled carrot stick but no one has to listen to me. but the fact that they put holes in my walls, broke agreements, broke EVERY agreement, left trash all over my house for me to clean up, took my dog and stole my computer, that is crossing some kind of line that is miles from being a good human being.
so, ive got that.
then i have my dad saying that i am stupid and everyone chanting, "told you so." ok? you told me... but when i needed help you weren't their helping me so if all you can do is flap your gums then how about you just staple them shut and save it for someone with a longer fuse than me at this point in time.
i want to punch someone in the face. i want to punch a lot of people in the face. i want to do more than punch a lot of people in more than just their face.
most importantly though, i would like it if my sister and mom, though they are an incredible amount of help, would stop going through things in my bedroom and then making comments. yeah guys, i admit having sex. so don't go getting upset when you find condoms or a novelty thong. honestly, i haven't even seen some of this stuff in a year.
i want a dog. but now that they took mine, apparently going out and getting a new one is out of the question. i think that sucks. honestly, i don't think i am moving back with my parents. i think i am going straight from house to apartment. i mean, 300 dollars in bills versus the 250 in rent to my parents to keep a house with my new dog or my bedroom in my parents house... the answer is clear. fuck, i think i rather eat the 50 dollars i am losing just for the fact that i don't have to move twice.
i dunno... everything is just too fucking crazy right now.
and this is the short version.