life: unscripted
please skip this if you don't like hearing people complain. i hate it myself, hence the warning.
alright, as of two nights ago, i am for the most part homeless. i got kicked out of my mom's because of some stupid fight that became wayyyy too out of control. i was taken off of her medical insurance, she cancelled my car insurance that I payed for. those treatments i was supposed to get for my back in the next few weeks are no longer going to happen. i'm not even going to recieve the results from my bone scan and blood testing last week because my mother is a pretty damn spiteful person and cancelled my chance of a healthy life, all because i put my fist through a few doors/walls. now, being 20 years old and already realizing that my life is going to involve alot of pain and suffering is a shitty feeling. my love and passion is now no more than a distant dream and there's nothing i can do but sit back and take it. shitty? yes. unbearable? sometimes. all this time i tried to tell myself i was the sane one in situations. whether that's true or not, the constant reminding has actually driven me insane. for a while, i stopped talking to everyone. i grew a beard so i'd be the boy that no girl wants. i did a few stupid things involving alcohol and drugs (nothing serious. i swear). today, i watched an episode of breaking bonaduce. that guy is just simply nuts. in a way, i can kind of relate though. does that mean i'm going to ride a skateboard through traffic, pour a pint of vodka into every bottle of juice i drink, and shoot steroids? no. i can't skateboard well, i'm not 21, and i like my balls the way they are. but hey, everything does get better. i know for a fact that this will force me to get my shit together and make me do what i have been needing to do for some time. the shitty part is, i don't have a phone or a computer. the only way i'm able to do this right now is because i'm home packing my shit while my mom is at work. so, i'm going to be pretty hard to get ahold of. my dad's number is 1-248-417-9733. honestly, don't feel bad calling it to get ahold of me....i'm sure he'd love the company. so basically, this means that paw paw will happen soon regardless of money and shelter. i will be a happy, bearded man who smells like bonfire 24/7. i will buy a nice truck, and chop wood until my back no longer hurts. this is when i finally become a man and handle my problems like they're suppose to be handled. by doing manly things! oh and about the beard just being grown for ugly purposes, it's also because facial hair is just simply sweet. so, time to wrap this up. i'm sorry for those who i have hurt throughout this whole sequence of shit. it was self destruction with some collateral damage and i apologize. there are those people who i care about and you have all been with me through some pretty crazy shit. in no way do i want what is going to happen to change any friendships i have established. although i'm going to be hard to get ahold of and i resemble a hermit, it doesn't mean i am. i'd love company while all of this is happening, so please....hang out with me. leave phone numbers or something and i will try my hardest to hang out and eat your food. also, give me backrubs....i NEED them. i can pay you by fixing your car, cooking your food, or gettin' you high nigga . it's pretty much all i have to offer. thanks everyone. sorry if you actually read all of this.
alright, as of two nights ago, i am for the most part homeless. i got kicked out of my mom's because of some stupid fight that became wayyyy too out of control. i was taken off of her medical insurance, she cancelled my car insurance that I payed for. those treatments i was supposed to get for my back in the next few weeks are no longer going to happen. i'm not even going to recieve the results from my bone scan and blood testing last week because my mother is a pretty damn spiteful person and cancelled my chance of a healthy life, all because i put my fist through a few doors/walls. now, being 20 years old and already realizing that my life is going to involve alot of pain and suffering is a shitty feeling. my love and passion is now no more than a distant dream and there's nothing i can do but sit back and take it. shitty? yes. unbearable? sometimes. all this time i tried to tell myself i was the sane one in situations. whether that's true or not, the constant reminding has actually driven me insane. for a while, i stopped talking to everyone. i grew a beard so i'd be the boy that no girl wants. i did a few stupid things involving alcohol and drugs (nothing serious. i swear). today, i watched an episode of breaking bonaduce. that guy is just simply nuts. in a way, i can kind of relate though. does that mean i'm going to ride a skateboard through traffic, pour a pint of vodka into every bottle of juice i drink, and shoot steroids? no. i can't skateboard well, i'm not 21, and i like my balls the way they are. but hey, everything does get better. i know for a fact that this will force me to get my shit together and make me do what i have been needing to do for some time. the shitty part is, i don't have a phone or a computer. the only way i'm able to do this right now is because i'm home packing my shit while my mom is at work. so, i'm going to be pretty hard to get ahold of. my dad's number is 1-248-417-9733. honestly, don't feel bad calling it to get ahold of me....i'm sure he'd love the company. so basically, this means that paw paw will happen soon regardless of money and shelter. i will be a happy, bearded man who smells like bonfire 24/7. i will buy a nice truck, and chop wood until my back no longer hurts. this is when i finally become a man and handle my problems like they're suppose to be handled. by doing manly things! oh and about the beard just being grown for ugly purposes, it's also because facial hair is just simply sweet. so, time to wrap this up. i'm sorry for those who i have hurt throughout this whole sequence of shit. it was self destruction with some collateral damage and i apologize. there are those people who i care about and you have all been with me through some pretty crazy shit. in no way do i want what is going to happen to change any friendships i have established. although i'm going to be hard to get ahold of and i resemble a hermit, it doesn't mean i am. i'd love company while all of this is happening, so please....hang out with me. leave phone numbers or something and i will try my hardest to hang out and eat your food. also, give me backrubs....i NEED them. i can pay you by fixing your car, cooking your food, or gettin' you high nigga . it's pretty much all i have to offer. thanks everyone. sorry if you actually read all of this.