Why does everything eventually become boring...even the Internet.
I hate my family, not my sister thought, at least not yet.
I went to the bank for my appointment to get my line of credit but of course, my mom wasn't fucking able to be my co-signer. I don't know why my parents have to torture me. They know neither of them can co-sign for me since they fucking declared bankruptcy.
So, I must go back on Friday with another co-signer. My parents said if I don't get then they'll pay the rest of tuition, but the thing is, I don't want them to! I don't want to be like my fucking brother that does nothing and still gets what he wants.
Anyways, so I just went out because my brother really pissed me off with saying, "I thought you had enough money."
I replied, "If I fucking had enough money, then I wouldn't have gone to the bank"
He quickly responded with, "You don't have to swear."
I wanted to say fuck to him so many times but that would have made me laugh.
Then I walk downstairs with him and he said, "It was your choice for going away."
Oh my fucking goodness. I would rather die than stay in fucking Windsor, or in this house. I walk upstairs and yell I fucking hate this house and get ready to go out.
I went to Chapters and bought some books and a mag. Then had Starbucks and sat and drew for a bit. I got tired and bored so I left.
Oh how I hate everything.
I went to the bank for my appointment to get my line of credit but of course, my mom wasn't fucking able to be my co-signer. I don't know why my parents have to torture me. They know neither of them can co-sign for me since they fucking declared bankruptcy.
So, I must go back on Friday with another co-signer. My parents said if I don't get then they'll pay the rest of tuition, but the thing is, I don't want them to! I don't want to be like my fucking brother that does nothing and still gets what he wants.
Anyways, so I just went out because my brother really pissed me off with saying, "I thought you had enough money."
I replied, "If I fucking had enough money, then I wouldn't have gone to the bank"
He quickly responded with, "You don't have to swear."
I wanted to say fuck to him so many times but that would have made me laugh.
Then I walk downstairs with him and he said, "It was your choice for going away."
Oh my fucking goodness. I would rather die than stay in fucking Windsor, or in this house. I walk upstairs and yell I fucking hate this house and get ready to go out.
I went to Chapters and bought some books and a mag. Then had Starbucks and sat and drew for a bit. I got tired and bored so I left.
Oh how I hate everything.