Change of plans
Not that anyone was really sure if they could come (or at all), but just in case I cant have the party just now. Or at all. (Feel free to disregard the rest, just me bitching) I dont know. I had no idea what I was getting into and my dad isnt any help. Ive never done this. Live alone and pay for things. And maybe that makes me sound spoiled, but its just all Ive known. And now just all of a sudden I have to pay for things. Which is fine. I did it last summer. But now I have real things to pay for. And NO ONE WILL FUCKING HIRE ME! Waitressing is not fucking rocket science. 6 months of experience 4 of which was full time, I pretty much get it. And you know, I dont have a car, which is just ironic because I dont even deserve one. But now I can only work on Park and around there. And Im just finding out from like every manager of every establishment that summer is the slow season. Well fuck me. ANYTHING ELSE????
But whatever. It will be fine, because I have some money for like life things. And I'll just go without the rest. It could be worse. It just seems like punishment. No, fuck I hate when I say things that I know are how I really feel and then hate myself for thinking them. I know Im lucky, its just, you get used to things. And its not like I need them, its just the change that I cant stand. Moving again. The fifth time since September. And my whole life Ive only moved 3 times before that. So, yea its kind of driving me fucking crazy. And Im living out of boxes and my dad cant understand why I would like to be settled and have a little habitual things. And I cant stop starting sentences with conjunctions! FUCK! I need a calculator. Ive been budgeting for years. I can do this, theres just more stuff this time.
Welcome to the real world. And I swear to fucking god if any of you bitch at me for this get ready for wrath like no other. I know Im lucky, ok. But Ive got shit too, just like everyone else, and Im so fucking tired of people being up my ass about what I was born into. So just save it.
But whatever. It will be fine, because I have some money for like life things. And I'll just go without the rest. It could be worse. It just seems like punishment. No, fuck I hate when I say things that I know are how I really feel and then hate myself for thinking them. I know Im lucky, its just, you get used to things. And its not like I need them, its just the change that I cant stand. Moving again. The fifth time since September. And my whole life Ive only moved 3 times before that. So, yea its kind of driving me fucking crazy. And Im living out of boxes and my dad cant understand why I would like to be settled and have a little habitual things. And I cant stop starting sentences with conjunctions! FUCK! I need a calculator. Ive been budgeting for years. I can do this, theres just more stuff this time.
Welcome to the real world. And I swear to fucking god if any of you bitch at me for this get ready for wrath like no other. I know Im lucky, ok. But Ive got shit too, just like everyone else, and Im so fucking tired of people being up my ass about what I was born into. So just save it.