So, this is what's happened in the last week.
I tested for that job that pays $10, yesterday.
I'm still waiting to hear back.
I may not hear anything until the sixteenth.
Kill me now.
My Dad and I got into a fight last night.
He called the police because he wants me out of the house.
Because he's had to pay everything for the last month.
BOO-FUCKING-HOO I PAID EVERYTHING FOR HIM FOR THE EIGHT PRIOR TO THAT.
He's never once paid for anything for me in my entire life.
With the exception of $1,500.
However, I put more than $2,000 into his car.
He broke the sliding glass doors.
Which I was able to fix this morning.
And he came damn close to breaking the refrigerator.
He has no respect for the things that aren't his.
I say that because this is my Uncle's house.
And he's letting us stay here for free.
I said this one of the last time I blogged, but I'm moving to Ohio.
Again.
In either November or April.
[WE (my mom, myself, and the i-don't-know what he is) are all hoping for November]
I'm not bringing my little sister.
Or should I say, miniature version of my Father.
I don't understand how I'm the one "using him for money" when I have never once asked him to pay anything for me. But my father's clone got new clothes, her phone bill paid TWICE, all the food she could ever want, new sunglasses, a new hat, new flip flops, make up, a new electric toothbrush (which she didn't need because she already had one), along with a bunch of other things. I'm mad. I'm just mad. I know I sound a lot younger from this then I actually am, but I'm sick and tired of being told by someone who is supposed to take care of me that I'm just a burden, not only to them but to my entire family. Which I know isn't true, but it still doesn't make it hurt any less.
I'm done. I have to get back to work.
I tested for that job that pays $10, yesterday.
I'm still waiting to hear back.
I may not hear anything until the sixteenth.
Kill me now.
My Dad and I got into a fight last night.
He called the police because he wants me out of the house.
Because he's had to pay everything for the last month.
BOO-FUCKING-HOO I PAID EVERYTHING FOR HIM FOR THE EIGHT PRIOR TO THAT.
He's never once paid for anything for me in my entire life.
With the exception of $1,500.
However, I put more than $2,000 into his car.
He broke the sliding glass doors.
Which I was able to fix this morning.
And he came damn close to breaking the refrigerator.
He has no respect for the things that aren't his.
I say that because this is my Uncle's house.
And he's letting us stay here for free.
I said this one of the last time I blogged, but I'm moving to Ohio.
Again.
In either November or April.
[WE (my mom, myself, and the i-don't-know what he is) are all hoping for November]
I'm not bringing my little sister.
Or should I say, miniature version of my Father.
I don't understand how I'm the one "using him for money" when I have never once asked him to pay anything for me. But my father's clone got new clothes, her phone bill paid TWICE, all the food she could ever want, new sunglasses, a new hat, new flip flops, make up, a new electric toothbrush (which she didn't need because she already had one), along with a bunch of other things. I'm mad. I'm just mad. I know I sound a lot younger from this then I actually am, but I'm sick and tired of being told by someone who is supposed to take care of me that I'm just a burden, not only to them but to my entire family. Which I know isn't true, but it still doesn't make it hurt any less.
I'm done. I have to get back to work.