cheese and whine
so i won 300 dollars playing poker in ac and i got 2 tickets on the way home and a broken muffler and got lost for 3 hours and im going to flip out ................... and i cant afford rent and i have no job and i have no girl.................... i came home and everything is diferent........i hate cops in toll booths that give u tickets...............i hate not having money......... i miss my father........i miss the family that i used to have......... i want to cry..............but im not able to........... edz still comes up in every day conversation...........i cant have the girl i love...........im awake i cant sleep.............i didnt want to watch my mom and dads wedding but i did anyway..............when i call my mom its not cause i need a lecture from my uncle........ when im frustrated i dont want to go look for my moms lost dogs.........i hate not having food in the fridge...........i hate not being able to fill the fridge.......i hate leaving my cell at my moms............ i hate overly dry skin.............i hate wanting to punch something but not being able too......... i hate not having rent money................i hate being told to get a job when i had a job i quit so i can work with my uncle and it being "my fault" i dont have a job .............i hate that i wrote this whole thing ....................i think this is me "giving up"