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There are times when I wonder, what it would be like to gouge my eyes with a fork.
No, I'm not kidding. It's... it's weird and horrible and at times I wonder what the fuck did we ever do to deserve this.
I'm not even sure if I've mentioned this before (the huge legal thing there is between my mom, her mother Rosa and my gradma's sister the BITCH STELLA) and how after 8 years of judges and courtapperances and all that SHIT we still lost the house. Nevermind that my gradma has 25% of it, and my mom 50%, we still lost it. And Stella was able to pay up all 75% of it (we had already made the deposit for her 25%) and now we have to move. Ergo, THE NOT SO GREAT MOVE OF 2009.
We're running out of time. The money has been withdrawn and I'm sure Stella is counting her chickens as I type. We have to move and every-fucking-where I look is either too expensive for us or in our price range and it's a fucking dump. Or worse, it's nice and in our price range and it's under construction, to be done by Oct. 2009. That combined with my midterms from hell and me being more busy than fucking ever before and not having as much time to look for an apartment as I'd like and TIME RUNNING OUT it's why I feel this shitty, this horrible, wondering if I would bleed out or actually scare myself to death first.
And no, I'm not suicidal, I'm just... well, being weird is one way to put it. Being me is another.
*sighs* And to think last night I was so happy and pleased and at ease...
No, I'm not kidding. It's... it's weird and horrible and at times I wonder what the fuck did we ever do to deserve this.
I'm not even sure if I've mentioned this before (the huge legal thing there is between my mom, her mother Rosa and my gradma's sister the BITCH STELLA) and how after 8 years of judges and courtapperances and all that SHIT we still lost the house. Nevermind that my gradma has 25% of it, and my mom 50%, we still lost it. And Stella was able to pay up all 75% of it (we had already made the deposit for her 25%) and now we have to move. Ergo, THE NOT SO GREAT MOVE OF 2009.
We're running out of time. The money has been withdrawn and I'm sure Stella is counting her chickens as I type. We have to move and every-fucking-where I look is either too expensive for us or in our price range and it's a fucking dump. Or worse, it's nice and in our price range and it's under construction, to be done by Oct. 2009. That combined with my midterms from hell and me being more busy than fucking ever before and not having as much time to look for an apartment as I'd like and TIME RUNNING OUT it's why I feel this shitty, this horrible, wondering if I would bleed out or actually scare myself to death first.
And no, I'm not suicidal, I'm just... well, being weird is one way to put it. Being me is another.
*sighs* And to think last night I was so happy and pleased and at ease...