i cant fucking live here anymore.
i'm trying to clean out my closet and throw shit away, and my mom insists that we're going to have a garage sale (some day) so i save all the shit i can sell, but we never have a fucking sale. so i have so much shit and i cant throw it away, cause it's hers and she'll freak out.
what set me off? what makes me want to move out? what's making me actually look into finding a roommate?
i found my tax documents. my goddamn taxes. i gave my boss shit for like 2 months cause they 'never sent them' to me.
the situation:
last summer, i was leaving and had one more (400 dollar) paycheck that i needed mailed to me. i changed my address to my home address in texas, so he would ship it. he never sent it, it sat on the desk for three months and i was broke all summer.
however, he DID change the address, so my taxes came to my house. and instead of sending them to me at school (along with two boxes of shit that i packed before leaving to be mailed) she SHOVED THEM IN A BOX.
thanks for making me look like a jackass, and not getting my tax return on working in 06. i can do it now, with fees, so i'll probably end up PAYING to do my taxes.
goddamnitsonofabitchfuckercuntassbitch i'm leaving this goddamn place.
if i get a one way ticket to california can i be a bum on someones couch and be a prostitute or something? i need enough money for a plane ticket to africa.
OH, ALSO my tuition for LAST semester is still not paid. i talked to my mom about it, oh, thirty times. she always says we'll handle it later.
well guess what? it's accruing interest. later is now. fuck.
and dont give me shit for bitching, you can go fuck yourself if you care enough.
on top of all of this, i left my favorite pair of pants in new orleans. and my insurance doesnt cover $180 of when i went to the hospital because i was almost passing out from vomiting. and i was explaining to the boy that i feel like i have no purpose and my life is useless and i want it to be over, and he told me to get over myself.
i'm furious. and depressed. anyone have a couch for me?
i'm trying to clean out my closet and throw shit away, and my mom insists that we're going to have a garage sale (some day) so i save all the shit i can sell, but we never have a fucking sale. so i have so much shit and i cant throw it away, cause it's hers and she'll freak out.
what set me off? what makes me want to move out? what's making me actually look into finding a roommate?
i found my tax documents. my goddamn taxes. i gave my boss shit for like 2 months cause they 'never sent them' to me.
the situation:
last summer, i was leaving and had one more (400 dollar) paycheck that i needed mailed to me. i changed my address to my home address in texas, so he would ship it. he never sent it, it sat on the desk for three months and i was broke all summer.
however, he DID change the address, so my taxes came to my house. and instead of sending them to me at school (along with two boxes of shit that i packed before leaving to be mailed) she SHOVED THEM IN A BOX.
thanks for making me look like a jackass, and not getting my tax return on working in 06. i can do it now, with fees, so i'll probably end up PAYING to do my taxes.
goddamnitsonofabitchfuckercuntassbitch i'm leaving this goddamn place.
if i get a one way ticket to california can i be a bum on someones couch and be a prostitute or something? i need enough money for a plane ticket to africa.
OH, ALSO my tuition for LAST semester is still not paid. i talked to my mom about it, oh, thirty times. she always says we'll handle it later.
well guess what? it's accruing interest. later is now. fuck.
and dont give me shit for bitching, you can go fuck yourself if you care enough.
on top of all of this, i left my favorite pair of pants in new orleans. and my insurance doesnt cover $180 of when i went to the hospital because i was almost passing out from vomiting. and i was explaining to the boy that i feel like i have no purpose and my life is useless and i want it to be over, and he told me to get over myself.
i'm furious. and depressed. anyone have a couch for me?
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You're bitching about a piece of mail and the fact that you're being forced to live with some extra crap in your bedroom for the 3 months a year that you're home. Oh man, life sure does suck going to one of the best colleges in the country for almost nothing, studying abroad for a year (although no one knows how you're paying for the ticket) having a family to come home to that feeds and loves you and drives 12 hours to come pick you up from aforementioned college when you wont even return a phone call from anyone on the goddamn family.
Sorry for the lack of sympathy, but you need to grow the fuck up. If you think life is bad now, you mind as well kill yourself because you surely wont be able to handle what happens after college.