Hopeless
Well it seems like a while since I've updated this with anything meaningful. Father quit his job on June 20th and still hasn't gotten another one. This seems to be the usual for him. First he faked a bleeding ulcer because he got sick one morning. Now he's faking a gall bladder problem. You know he's the kind of person that magically goes to the hospital when no one is home and his truck never moves. He also supposedly worked one day at a job yesterday as a trial period which is by far the most stupid thing I've ever heard. Of course this happens the day I spend 17 hours in Orlando. The rent will be due on the first of August and he will not have the money to pay for it. He is going to ask me to spend the money I am saving for my vacation on the 12th instead. I know it's coming. I'll go move somewhere else before I do this again. I can't stand the compulsive lies and guilt trips any fucking longer. I ask for nothing from him other than to pay the rent and help me with groceries and he can't do that. But he hasn't ran out of cigarettes or weed yet. He is all kinds of pissed off at me for sitting on my computer all night and not watching tv with him instead. I don't want to encourage him to stay on the couch any more. Telling him to get a job just leads to imaginary health problems. Something is pretty unhealthy about waking up at 7 in the morning and turning on the TV and smoking a bowl and sitting there without a break until 1 in the morning. I don't feel like complaining anymore about such a stupid problem I just felt like ranting so I can go back one day and tell myself how fucking stupid I am for ever tolerating this shit in the first place. I just wish all of the other people in my life weren't such fucking freeloaders as well. Everything fucking sucks. I'm at a loss for emotions but not for words. -- Better Off Dead.
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