just scream out loud ... i gave up.
why don't i ever write in here when i am happy?
i thought my plans for LA were all set. i asked my dad for some help with the money and he agreed, however hesitantly. got my mood all up, because i would be spending thanksgiving with josh and ina instead of in an empty apartment. then i got home last night and my dad left me a message stating that he thinks i am spending far too much money and he's not going to help me out, and he wants a detailed report of the money i've spent in the past month. god. as if i don't have enough to deal with, now he's on my ass about my spending. i fucking hate this. i go to class and bust my ASS to get good grades, which is getting to be fucking difficult for me. i work every day that i am available at a job i hate to make the money he's talking about. i have an internship that i work like hell at to hopefully further this career of mine so i can make more money in the future and take care of him and mom. i get my bills paid on time. i keep a decent apartment. i am trying to forge a social life.
all i'm asking for is to not be alone on thanksgiving, and he's not fucking understanding.
i thought my plans for LA were all set. i asked my dad for some help with the money and he agreed, however hesitantly. got my mood all up, because i would be spending thanksgiving with josh and ina instead of in an empty apartment. then i got home last night and my dad left me a message stating that he thinks i am spending far too much money and he's not going to help me out, and he wants a detailed report of the money i've spent in the past month. god. as if i don't have enough to deal with, now he's on my ass about my spending. i fucking hate this. i go to class and bust my ASS to get good grades, which is getting to be fucking difficult for me. i work every day that i am available at a job i hate to make the money he's talking about. i have an internship that i work like hell at to hopefully further this career of mine so i can make more money in the future and take care of him and mom. i get my bills paid on time. i keep a decent apartment. i am trying to forge a social life.
all i'm asking for is to not be alone on thanksgiving, and he's not fucking understanding.