I hate my family.

Apr 19, 2004 00:00

My Mother isn't a mother. My aunt isn't even an Aunt. Everyone is pretty much dead to me "person" wise. With the exception of my Grandmother that is.

My stress is so high that in the middle of yelling at my Mother I started crying. With the thought of my family dying, the fact that I searched for 4 months for any type of job, and now that I am employed I can't even get help in staying that way. None of that "helps".

My car decided to die this afternoon after work. It's a $600 part to replace and it's not like I have that money. My first check was going to go toward my apartment. Now what am I going to do? I asked my Mother and my Aunt to use my Grandmother's van to go back and forth to work. They decided no... It's being paid for, it has full coverage in insurance, and it's sitting there... Doing nothing. It's a weeks worth of work and they couldn't let me use it? How hard is it to help someone?

My family means nothing to me. If I can transfer out of state for work and into, maybe, New York, I don't care. Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.

-Jason, has closed down his heart to anyone that even tries to care.
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