maybe I should post on here more often?
I have not written anything on here in over a year. I have not really thought much about it, because I am on facebook every day.
I should write on here more often. Because here, I can vent about how incredibly psychotic and twisted my family is, and I do not have to worry about it ever getting back to them.
Goal #1: Get the fuck out of Florida and get back to Denton, TX where Jon is, preferably before my upcoming birthday (17 days)... I do NOT want to spend another birthday with these fucking psychos! My grandmother and my uncle are selfish, manipulative, lying, vicious assholes who would eat their own young to get what they want. Their sick individuals, and I hate being near them. In Denton, I will be a hell of a lot happier, even if it means working for $8 an hour at some nasty food service joint. And Jon, being the spectacular boyfriend and human being that he is, has offered to help pay some of bills just to get me back out there and away from this hell hole. I could not ask for a better boyfriend.
Goal #2: Tell my dad off. Tell him exactly what I think and feel. This one will take a while, because when I do this, it will not only make other family members mad but it could push him over the edge to sink even further into his crack and meth black hole of a life, and I don't know if I have the heart to (figuratively speaking) kick a dying horse.
Goal #3: Enjoy the rest of my life with Jon, as far away from my family's fucked up drama as possible. Jon's hoping to go to New Zealand for his PhD. I question if that is far enough away, but it is a start. We would be there for probably four years. And plane tickets costing $1500+ is a good excuse to not come visit.
If any of the small handful of people that read this know of someone hiring in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, please let me know, I am about to ready sell a kidney to get out of here.
I should write on here more often. Because here, I can vent about how incredibly psychotic and twisted my family is, and I do not have to worry about it ever getting back to them.
Goal #1: Get the fuck out of Florida and get back to Denton, TX where Jon is, preferably before my upcoming birthday (17 days)... I do NOT want to spend another birthday with these fucking psychos! My grandmother and my uncle are selfish, manipulative, lying, vicious assholes who would eat their own young to get what they want. Their sick individuals, and I hate being near them. In Denton, I will be a hell of a lot happier, even if it means working for $8 an hour at some nasty food service joint. And Jon, being the spectacular boyfriend and human being that he is, has offered to help pay some of bills just to get me back out there and away from this hell hole. I could not ask for a better boyfriend.
Goal #2: Tell my dad off. Tell him exactly what I think and feel. This one will take a while, because when I do this, it will not only make other family members mad but it could push him over the edge to sink even further into his crack and meth black hole of a life, and I don't know if I have the heart to (figuratively speaking) kick a dying horse.
Goal #3: Enjoy the rest of my life with Jon, as far away from my family's fucked up drama as possible. Jon's hoping to go to New Zealand for his PhD. I question if that is far enough away, but it is a start. We would be there for probably four years. And plane tickets costing $1500+ is a good excuse to not come visit.
If any of the small handful of people that read this know of someone hiring in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, please let me know, I am about to ready sell a kidney to get out of here.