Jan 07, 2008 03:03
i seem to be having a hard time comprehending the idea of moving out.. who would feed me?!?
but it seems like what i must do.
everything is leading to it, in a way. it's not just because my parents are ruining my dog or that my sister still treats me like i'm 13 years old... i want respect the that i'm not getting and it just makes sense to live in the hotel i'm working at for a month or two.
so i'll let my mom pay for oscar's doggy class and then i'll talk to my manager about living here for a month.
it should work out... it'll be hard. i'll have to leave most of my crafty stuff back at the house. and i can only hope that oscar will behave himself if i move him in here.
but it will be good. good for oscar and good for me.
it'll be one more step out the door and i won't do it unless i kick myself in the ass.
my mom says i'm taking on too much responsibility and i need to be a teenager.. but i really don't feel the need to be. i feel the need to be tactful and learn a lot.
i should probably find another job... before i get too into this one