So I've been pretty much working past 8 days straight, with no intention of slowing down. It's very frustrating because I have nothing to show for it. I'm in debt, and I can feel my roommates (oh yeah, that whole move thing actually happened) starting to get aggravated at me at how I can't even afford food. Or gas. Or going to the doctors because I need to go to the doctors. I've been really sick. Or a new phone charger...
So my sister, her boyfriend, and my nephew all moved in. We're one big dysfunctional family. It's pretty awesome. My Mom is now living with my Dad in New Hampshire. I've apparently gotten in charge of my grand parents, which is always a fun task. You know, taking Oma shopping and to other such places, calling them, whatevs.
Is it sad that I haven't even looked at my grades from spring semester? I do, but at the same time I don't care. I know I did good, haven't gotten any letters saying how much I suck at school.
Ok, so I feel like I'm holding things back here. I'm extremely frustrated with everything. All of the above, and I feel like drinking tonight, cause when ever I have money I always make sure to buy some sort of alcohol in surplus. Call me an alcoholic, I don't care, I'm in college still, got that one more straggling semester hanging over my head.
I guess it just feels weird living with my sister, her boyfriend, and her son. I feel like... the "Outcasted Aunt" or something. The one who has no money but all she does is work... and drink. Eh, it's like some stupid real life show that everyone loves to watch because of situations like this. The aunt is freakin out, and the happy couple is in the other room watchin tv, eating Wendy's, and their son is asleep upstairs. When they leave to go grocery shopping, I'm in charge of doing some cleaning because I can't say no. What's even more frustrating is that they eat my food, but as soon as I eat theirs I hafta pay for it. I also love getting yelled at for not putting my dishes away when CLEARLY I do.
I should get my own place, and I really want to. I mean, I love the freedom, but I hate the roomies. It's only been like two weeks and I'm already feeling like this. Ridic.
I'm stuck though, no money, no other place to live, and I get to live with these people. I feel like I'm in the way, and I'm getting fucked over. This is my new life. Welcome to it.
Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep, my friend, and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see it's why my brain says “rage”
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone...
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