Life of poverty
Things haven't been so great. I'm back in Connecticut at my parent's house. I still haven't been able to find a job in New York City, but I found an apartment in Queens for $550 a month so all I have to do is find any job at all and I can afford rent. My parents (especially my mom) always try to remind me how lazy and selfish I am...that my relatives would give my sister a job, but not me because "I'm not a good worker." Every day I spend here I die a little bit, one more day of my life wasted doing nothing. Boredom is the worst sentence a human being can be imprisoned to. I just hope I get out of here soon, I literally feel sick from being at this house.
