MOTHERFUCKERCUNTHOLEPISSSHITFUCKINGSHITASSBITCH
...there's just not enough money.
I cried {yes I'm human and I do breakdown} today and it felt horrible.
According to my pastor, I am spiritually dead. Hey, thanks, thank you very much for the update on the 411 with my inner conflicts Dr. Obvious.
On top of the "catastrophic" news that I'm inwardly dead...the following was argued over during father's day (today) and lets remind the world that I made a card and had NO ONE TO GIVE IT TOO, you bastards. (and if you know my sense of humor, you'd be laughing at that.)
There's no money
- to pay the water bill
- to pay the electric bill
- to pay the rent due next week
- just enough to keep food in the fridge
- to pay for gas (we should probably bust another major pipe, maybe then no will be able to afford it)
- to have any sort of 18th birthday
- to go on road trips, yes this means no California this week for me.
- and last, to pay for college, yep, even with Financial Aid, I can't afford to go to college.
What? What’s that you say? Get a job? Sure, but wait, I don't have time, I'm at church camp for a week and involved within the church's ministries because thanks to the blatant fact that I'm spiritually dead, Dr. Obvious insists I get more involved with the work of God. So [employer] you see I can't possibly work any hours you've offered me because, well, I just don't have the time. The time to work, the time to go to school, the time to get away.
Oh what ‘a ya know, dickbag just left (on fathers day). Where? Who knows, but I could take a really good guess. His kids have been trying to get his attention or spend the time with him the whole day (because its fathers day) and he doesn't even put one drop of effort into it. ....
I think it's about time the government starts to realize, there's a problem. I know we're not the only family struggling like this, and I do know that yadda yadda other people have it worse. I'm the one who reminds myself and my mom that we're not that bad off, but according to the bills, we'll be in the dark and dehydrated end of next week. When do things get better, and when does the world stop turning its back on you? For fuck's sake, someone's gotta catch a break, preferably in my approximate direction.
I never get stressed, but money just takes the fun out of life, and I'm sick of it.
But I just keep telling myself that "this summer is going to be so awsome and so random."
I cried {yes I'm human and I do breakdown} today and it felt horrible.
According to my pastor, I am spiritually dead. Hey, thanks, thank you very much for the update on the 411 with my inner conflicts Dr. Obvious.
On top of the "catastrophic" news that I'm inwardly dead...the following was argued over during father's day (today) and lets remind the world that I made a card and had NO ONE TO GIVE IT TOO, you bastards. (and if you know my sense of humor, you'd be laughing at that.)
There's no money
- to pay the water bill
- to pay the electric bill
- to pay the rent due next week
- just enough to keep food in the fridge
- to pay for gas (we should probably bust another major pipe, maybe then no will be able to afford it)
- to have any sort of 18th birthday
- to go on road trips, yes this means no California this week for me.
- and last, to pay for college, yep, even with Financial Aid, I can't afford to go to college.
What? What’s that you say? Get a job? Sure, but wait, I don't have time, I'm at church camp for a week and involved within the church's ministries because thanks to the blatant fact that I'm spiritually dead, Dr. Obvious insists I get more involved with the work of God. So [employer] you see I can't possibly work any hours you've offered me because, well, I just don't have the time. The time to work, the time to go to school, the time to get away.
Oh what ‘a ya know, dickbag just left (on fathers day). Where? Who knows, but I could take a really good guess. His kids have been trying to get his attention or spend the time with him the whole day (because its fathers day) and he doesn't even put one drop of effort into it. ....
I think it's about time the government starts to realize, there's a problem. I know we're not the only family struggling like this, and I do know that yadda yadda other people have it worse. I'm the one who reminds myself and my mom that we're not that bad off, but according to the bills, we'll be in the dark and dehydrated end of next week. When do things get better, and when does the world stop turning its back on you? For fuck's sake, someone's gotta catch a break, preferably in my approximate direction.
I never get stressed, but money just takes the fun out of life, and I'm sick of it.
But I just keep telling myself that "this summer is going to be so awsome and so random."