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You know how I got badly sunburned in Florida? Yeah.. well my face is peeling now. And the rest of my burnt body ITCHES like a motherfucker! ARGH! It hurts to scratch... so I just dig my nails into my skin.
I got home last night to bullshit. I was expecting a check in the mail, never got it. Should have known. I guess I'll just have to pay everyone's fucking bills. Mom, Mark and I got into it. It was to the point my mom was standing between Mark and I to keep us from killing each other. This all happened in front of my boy too. I felt bad about that, but that's my family I guess. Always ripping each other's throats out. Either my brother or one of his punk friends took my other wallet with my social security card and all that in it. And my mom is like "Well maybe you misplaced it." Oh bullshit! I may forget my name sometimes, can't remember what I did the day before most the time, but damnit I do remember where I put important shit like that. I told her I had to file a police report to submit to experian, equifax and transunion to put a fraud alert on file for me. Of course my mom blew up at me and said "No you're not!" I said "Fuck you mom!" She'll do anything to protect that little bastard. Even if it means me getting my credit fucked the rest of my life. That's why I EXPLODED! I am so sick of this "Oh mark's my baby, no one can touch him. blah blah blah" fucking horseshit! The kid is a menace to society! Lock him up! Argh! But of course, I get fucked over after it's said and done, ALWAYS! As long as everything is in Mark's best interest, the world should just be content with that. One day that little punk is going to make me totally snap. And someone will be going to jail.
So anyway, I enjoyed my time in Florida. I got to see my dad's new house. It's a very nice house. He kept saying "There's plenty of room for you here if you wanna move down." And there is too. It's a 3 bedroom 2 bathroom. He misses me and wants me to move down. And right about now... the only reason why I didn't come back home and pack up all my shit is because of Jeff. I was saying to my Aunt Marilyn on the way to the airport yesterday "Ya know, I have nothing to go back to Detroit for. Absolutely nothing. I have my boyfriend, but that's it. The rest of it I could just shove aside and say the hell with it." She's like "Well if things don't work out with Jeff, than maybe you should move down if that's the only thing or person holding up you there." I just thought a lot about everything on the plane. I honestly was depressed as hell that I had to come back home. My family down there is so supportive of me and acts like a family should. And I just feel at ease down there. I dont know about anything anymore...
I got home last night to bullshit. I was expecting a check in the mail, never got it. Should have known. I guess I'll just have to pay everyone's fucking bills. Mom, Mark and I got into it. It was to the point my mom was standing between Mark and I to keep us from killing each other. This all happened in front of my boy too. I felt bad about that, but that's my family I guess. Always ripping each other's throats out. Either my brother or one of his punk friends took my other wallet with my social security card and all that in it. And my mom is like "Well maybe you misplaced it." Oh bullshit! I may forget my name sometimes, can't remember what I did the day before most the time, but damnit I do remember where I put important shit like that. I told her I had to file a police report to submit to experian, equifax and transunion to put a fraud alert on file for me. Of course my mom blew up at me and said "No you're not!" I said "Fuck you mom!" She'll do anything to protect that little bastard. Even if it means me getting my credit fucked the rest of my life. That's why I EXPLODED! I am so sick of this "Oh mark's my baby, no one can touch him. blah blah blah" fucking horseshit! The kid is a menace to society! Lock him up! Argh! But of course, I get fucked over after it's said and done, ALWAYS! As long as everything is in Mark's best interest, the world should just be content with that. One day that little punk is going to make me totally snap. And someone will be going to jail.
So anyway, I enjoyed my time in Florida. I got to see my dad's new house. It's a very nice house. He kept saying "There's plenty of room for you here if you wanna move down." And there is too. It's a 3 bedroom 2 bathroom. He misses me and wants me to move down. And right about now... the only reason why I didn't come back home and pack up all my shit is because of Jeff. I was saying to my Aunt Marilyn on the way to the airport yesterday "Ya know, I have nothing to go back to Detroit for. Absolutely nothing. I have my boyfriend, but that's it. The rest of it I could just shove aside and say the hell with it." She's like "Well if things don't work out with Jeff, than maybe you should move down if that's the only thing or person holding up you there." I just thought a lot about everything on the plane. I honestly was depressed as hell that I had to come back home. My family down there is so supportive of me and acts like a family should. And I just feel at ease down there. I dont know about anything anymore...