Monday rolls around again and I'm still here:

[nrsm02]

It's another Monday. Another start of a week. Another week that I'm still here. Another couple of weeks until I go to Disneyland. Another month until my birthday (that I can't even drink at). And all of this time I will be working at a place I don't want to be anymore. I guess I'm just waiting it out. I am getting my license soon and paying insurance. My dad lost his job so he isn't very happy around the house. Financially, we are fine, but he's still being an asshole. I'm not supposed to tell anyone about it, but this is safe, so I'm saying it here. I'm in this melancholy state right now and no one likes me this way, but I'm saying that I don't fucking care anymore and this is how I'm feeling right now. If you don't like it, you don't have to be around me. I don't have the money to go anywhere, because my dad borrowed it from me. Hence, me needing to stay at my job where the stupidest people go to rent and expect you to wait hand and foot on them. Fuck them. I'm not you're slave. Pick your fucking movie and get the fuck out. I don't care if it isn't in anymore. I don't control policy, I don't control people. You want the movie? You wait just like everyone else. And guess what? I'm on my break, so I'm not helping you.

I guess I'm done with that. I feel a little better, but nothing seems to be working out. I feel like this horrible person, but I have no control over what's happening to me. Oh, well. That's life, I guess.

Peace, love and a big hug for me,
Sarah