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"i wouldn't mind if you started looking for an apartment next week" -- my mother.
fuck that. fuck you.
i hate my parents. i hate hate hate them. if i type the word hate more it compounds the feeling and better expresses my HATE.
money for school is out. fuck them. they won't let me go to college because what? what was that? my room isn't clean enough? i didn't properly mow a part of the yard that isn't really yard? my clothes weren't hung up the way you wanted them? i hate you. you can have absolutely no idea how much i hate you.
so yeah... i need to find a place to stay for a little while. and yeah. no school next year at this point, obviously. so yeeeeeah... i think i'm going to go attack a loan representative... grrrr... and bang my head against a wall... and go over to christina's.
***EDIT*** ok, os i'm not going over to christina's. my mom and i got into it on my way out and i have retreated back to my hole/room. the way i see it this whole situation could go one of two ways: no colum. at all next year due to me accidentally leaving a sock on the floor or me getting to go because of some miracle transformation on my part or my parents' parts but having to constantly kiss ass all the time in order to not have them take away funds. i hate them a lot. i really don't knwo what to do right now. i don't want to talk though. that is one thing i do not want to do. jarred and my father both tell me i avoid things and i have to say it is because they both want to talk ALL THE FUCKING TIME. fuck talking. i hate you.
fuck that. fuck you.
i hate my parents. i hate hate hate them. if i type the word hate more it compounds the feeling and better expresses my HATE.
money for school is out. fuck them. they won't let me go to college because what? what was that? my room isn't clean enough? i didn't properly mow a part of the yard that isn't really yard? my clothes weren't hung up the way you wanted them? i hate you. you can have absolutely no idea how much i hate you.
so yeah... i need to find a place to stay for a little while. and yeah. no school next year at this point, obviously. so yeeeeeah... i think i'm going to go attack a loan representative... grrrr... and bang my head against a wall... and go over to christina's.
***EDIT*** ok, os i'm not going over to christina's. my mom and i got into it on my way out and i have retreated back to my hole/room. the way i see it this whole situation could go one of two ways: no colum. at all next year due to me accidentally leaving a sock on the floor or me getting to go because of some miracle transformation on my part or my parents' parts but having to constantly kiss ass all the time in order to not have them take away funds. i hate them a lot. i really don't knwo what to do right now. i don't want to talk though. that is one thing i do not want to do. jarred and my father both tell me i avoid things and i have to say it is because they both want to talk ALL THE FUCKING TIME. fuck talking. i hate you.