When it rains, it pours.
Right, so I've just had a arguement with my Mom. I told her how fed up I am with her and my other relatives bitching about when I'm going to declare a major, what I'm going to do when I graduate, where I'll be working over the summer, when I'm going to get my driver's liscence, etc. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!
I honestly don't even want to go home for the summer. I know I'll just be faced with lots of bitching. If I had the cash and if it weren't for the fact that my cousin is expecting her first baby any day now, I'd see if I could stay with her and her husband in Florida for the summer.Obviously, that's not going to happen given those previously stated conditions. If I have to go back home, I'm going to lose it. Between having people breathing down my neck, putting up with my annoying little sister, and feeling depressed because I'm bored out of mind, I WILL go off on someone and it's not going to be pretty. It takes a lot to make me mad, but when it rains, it fucking pours. I don't know how many times I've been moments away from decking my sister or step-father in the face. Maybe I have serious anger management problems, but I can't keep bottling up my feelings anymore. If I have to put up with this shit for another summer, someone is going to get hurt.
I really just need to get away from it all. I HATE my hometown. We're like the welfare, suicide, teen pregnancy capital of New York. There is NOTHING to do AT ALL. The one thing we had for teens (a small club) was shut down because the kids that went there were using drugs. NO SHIT! Maybe if there were more things for us to do we wouldn't have to sit around and smoke pot and have sex. I'm one of the very few people I grew up with that hasn't tried drugs and is still a virgin. Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
And then my Mom comes up with the lovely idea "Well, you need to get a job so you won't be bored at home all the time." WTF?! Is she BLIND?! The economy in our town is so horrible that nobody is hiring. Unless you want to make minimum wage flipping burgers for the rest of your life while your 8 children with 8 different fathers sit at home and smoke crack, get the hell out while you still can! I have no job, therefore I have no car, therefore I must get a job within walking distance. Gee, lets see...I could sell crack with the kids that live around the corner...Where does she expect me to work?!
I honestly don't even want to go home for the summer. I know I'll just be faced with lots of bitching. If I had the cash and if it weren't for the fact that my cousin is expecting her first baby any day now, I'd see if I could stay with her and her husband in Florida for the summer.Obviously, that's not going to happen given those previously stated conditions. If I have to go back home, I'm going to lose it. Between having people breathing down my neck, putting up with my annoying little sister, and feeling depressed because I'm bored out of mind, I WILL go off on someone and it's not going to be pretty. It takes a lot to make me mad, but when it rains, it fucking pours. I don't know how many times I've been moments away from decking my sister or step-father in the face. Maybe I have serious anger management problems, but I can't keep bottling up my feelings anymore. If I have to put up with this shit for another summer, someone is going to get hurt.
I really just need to get away from it all. I HATE my hometown. We're like the welfare, suicide, teen pregnancy capital of New York. There is NOTHING to do AT ALL. The one thing we had for teens (a small club) was shut down because the kids that went there were using drugs. NO SHIT! Maybe if there were more things for us to do we wouldn't have to sit around and smoke pot and have sex. I'm one of the very few people I grew up with that hasn't tried drugs and is still a virgin. Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
And then my Mom comes up with the lovely idea "Well, you need to get a job so you won't be bored at home all the time." WTF?! Is she BLIND?! The economy in our town is so horrible that nobody is hiring. Unless you want to make minimum wage flipping burgers for the rest of your life while your 8 children with 8 different fathers sit at home and smoke crack, get the hell out while you still can! I have no job, therefore I have no car, therefore I must get a job within walking distance. Gee, lets see...I could sell crack with the kids that live around the corner...Where does she expect me to work?!