ugh oh my god
Congratulations, Jennifer, you have mastered the art of nagging. So perfect, so clever to do it while waking me up when I cannot even begin to intelligently respond or defend myself. You don't even seem to give it any thought, the shit that pours out of your mouth. Has it occurred to you, dearest Jennifer, to ponder my reasons for not setting an alarm? Could it have something to do with the fact that my bedroom is also Drew's office? That he starts working in at seven in the morning sometimes? And he already could probably make a substantial list of ways that I am annoying and distracting to constantly have to work several hours a day in the same room with? Yes, great fucking idea, I will add a screeching alarm on top of all that. Thank you for your fucking sage advice. It really makes me want to never ever leave this house of joy.
PS when it is the middle of the day, you really do not need to turn every light in the house on and leave them on until you go to bed. We have several large windows and skylights. You go on and on and nag people for wasting water (while you water the lawn probably what, a few hours a day?), but apparently have no problem with wasting electricity. You clearly have a fine grasp of conservation.
I love my aunt Jennifer, I really, really do. But I would also chop off my arms if I thought it meant I wouldn't have to live with her anymore.
BEE. He is lol more punk than scene. One of those douches who like. Moshes at totally inappropriate shows for moshing. Ahahahahahahahahaha.
Lol the twins, Akhom and Rasui. They are probably too snooty and classy and rich to be true scene but. OH WELL.
RHYS YOU ARE SO HARDCORE IN YOUR PINK HOODY.
Put a shirt on, Miguel. >:C
Ugh I have been instructed to call Sun Harvest today to find out my schedule, but. It makes me completely uncomfortable to do this when I am not actually hired yet. I tried to explain this to Jennifer but she said that as far as she's concerned, I am hired, and I need to tell him that I don't have a car so I need to find out my schedule for the week. Lol I. Would rather not mention that I don't have a car until after I am actually offered the job, just because I get the feeling that I made it out like I did have my own car during the interviews. Not that I lied, but I usually assume that when an employer asks if I have reliable transportation and I say yes, he will assume that that means that I will be driving myself to work. Unngghhh it just feels really rude and presumptuous to ask questions as though I'm already hired when I'm not.
I thought my life would get easier and my family would let up on me once I got a job, but. Things seem to only have been getting worse. I can't even begin to say how much I wish I could get out of here as soon as possible.
Edit: Wow I just. Got really depressed. I. God I don't want to be the loser all the time. I don't want to nnnngh. I don't want to be the motherfucking. Winner, either. But thank god that's never gonna happen. God I am not making much sense itsnotlikeanyonereadsthisanyway. I just want to live and be okay and be liked without being the motherfucking perfect, obedient child. I feel like who I am isn't good enough, like no matter what, if I don't fit into a certain mold, I am never going to be appreciated. I feel like maybe I don't deserve to be appreciated. I feel like my fingers are going to fall off and my heart is going to drop right out of the front of my chest. I feel like maybe I should fuck myself up, like if I can't make any progress one way, might as well turn around. But I don't know how to do that, either. I'm completely useless from the word go. I want my body to crumble.
This is stupid.
PS when it is the middle of the day, you really do not need to turn every light in the house on and leave them on until you go to bed. We have several large windows and skylights. You go on and on and nag people for wasting water (while you water the lawn probably what, a few hours a day?), but apparently have no problem with wasting electricity. You clearly have a fine grasp of conservation.
I love my aunt Jennifer, I really, really do. But I would also chop off my arms if I thought it meant I wouldn't have to live with her anymore.
BEE. He is lol more punk than scene. One of those douches who like. Moshes at totally inappropriate shows for moshing. Ahahahahahahahahaha.
Lol the twins, Akhom and Rasui. They are probably too snooty and classy and rich to be true scene but. OH WELL.
RHYS YOU ARE SO HARDCORE IN YOUR PINK HOODY.
Put a shirt on, Miguel. >:C
Ugh I have been instructed to call Sun Harvest today to find out my schedule, but. It makes me completely uncomfortable to do this when I am not actually hired yet. I tried to explain this to Jennifer but she said that as far as she's concerned, I am hired, and I need to tell him that I don't have a car so I need to find out my schedule for the week. Lol I. Would rather not mention that I don't have a car until after I am actually offered the job, just because I get the feeling that I made it out like I did have my own car during the interviews. Not that I lied, but I usually assume that when an employer asks if I have reliable transportation and I say yes, he will assume that that means that I will be driving myself to work. Unngghhh it just feels really rude and presumptuous to ask questions as though I'm already hired when I'm not.
I thought my life would get easier and my family would let up on me once I got a job, but. Things seem to only have been getting worse. I can't even begin to say how much I wish I could get out of here as soon as possible.
Edit: Wow I just. Got really depressed. I. God I don't want to be the loser all the time. I don't want to nnnngh. I don't want to be the motherfucking. Winner, either. But thank god that's never gonna happen. God I am not making much sense itsnotlikeanyonereadsthisanyway. I just want to live and be okay and be liked without being the motherfucking perfect, obedient child. I feel like who I am isn't good enough, like no matter what, if I don't fit into a certain mold, I am never going to be appreciated. I feel like maybe I don't deserve to be appreciated. I feel like my fingers are going to fall off and my heart is going to drop right out of the front of my chest. I feel like maybe I should fuck myself up, like if I can't make any progress one way, might as well turn around. But I don't know how to do that, either. I'm completely useless from the word go. I want my body to crumble.
This is stupid.