Famous Last Words; Life couldn't be better, Unless I killed myself.
No, I'm not depressed despite the subject title, I just thought it was rather catchy. As for my life, it's monotonous. Mom's drunk, I wish I were. It's hot, and I want to work. Mom and I fight regularly but it seems she's grown wise to the fact that I don't bend down to anyone, sure, I might go down to their level, but only to mock them at a maturity level they'll understand.
As for maturity, fuck it man, I'll do what I do, when I need to do it, if I can only get by for a little longer. My sister's getting married soon, and because she brought up the issue of alcoholism to my mom, she's refusing to help with the wedding.
I wish I'd done it instead, mom might have kicked me out of the house, but at least mom would have helped pay for my sister's wedding. I'm worried that when the time comes, I won't have enough for a bridesmaid's dress, so I've really got to work on getting a solid job and a checking account with only my name on it.
Dios Mio, I just want to get out of here. It's a lovely place to visit, but constant occupation obviously causes some kind of brain damage. Look at me! Semi-living proof!
Ciao lovlies, I'm off try and work off this excess energy, maybe a run, a write, or slamming my head through a lovely wall.