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Here we are again. We moved two hours away from home into a swanky little townhouse, and yet we're still having the same goddamned white trash issues.



Dad went down and got him, Lexie, and I on welfare about two months ago, but Christ if I've seen any improvement.

Our cable/internet/phone combo was shut off sometime earlier today, and I just got the shut off notice from the gas company at the door. How embarrassing. I have no doubt that the electricity will soon follow. So it goes, right?

On top of that, if we can't fucking pay the bills, we obviously can't pay the rent. We have barely any food in the house. Mike and Dad spend most of their time bickering like kids. Mike's been avoiding work like an obsessive ex-girlfriend. I'm not making any money, because of my--what's seeming like a--stupid decision to focus more on school so I can graduate on time.

But what now!? I can't work on school when we don't have the fucking internet! It's called PACyber for a reason. Maybe I should just stop trying. Seriously. Don't further my education, live at home for the rest of my life, die a fucking cat lady.

I'm so sick of this shit, trying so hard to get to the top when I'll always just be white fucking trash.





I guess I'll knit today. And tomorrow.
I'll start a scarf, and I'll just keep going until we can pay the fucking bills. I'll take measurements of the size when that happens.







Internet is shut off.

As are the house phones, my cellphone, and the cable.

So, I guess if you want to do something, come pick me up.