Bcuz that’s all I can afford.
I showed my mom and step dad this picture when I made them dinner. It’s probably not very funny, but I joked around and presented it to them that “this is me and my new girlfriend”. I laughed, then said just kidding. She’s a coworker and we did this at an event in the mall.
I probz made them really uncomfortable… But I’m always really uncomfortable.
My house, my rulez?
Kind of crying because I see everyone riding their bikes for the El Grupo Scavenger Hunt.
I am going to work
Because I am broke
I feel really guilty that I bought a lot of groceries because I’m going to eat it all so fast.
I made dinner and invited my mom and step dad. Surprisingly they liked it. I rarely make meals and was at a loss as to what they would eat. Veg’n sandwiches with chips and hummus and chocolate for dessert. They ended up bringing me a really huge polar pop to drink.
Well if anyone else wants a sandwich or have a meal with me, I would be glad to share. It’s food stamps anyway, and there is still so much.
Joints, why you hurt so bad
My shitty childhood anxieties are coming back to me.
My dad and step mom don’t have enough money for his phone bill that my line is also on. I’ve been paying my part of the bill, but four (five?) lines is really expensive. Yeah, whatever, it’s just money and I’ll spend more than half of my paycheck just to have communications with my family. And for them to have contact with their job and whatever else they have going on that I don’t know half about.
I can’t help but remember so many conversations where people probably hated me for using (or they just never used/disliked) Skype and Facebook and MSN video chat just to talk to my family. Like oh you’re so cool that you didn’t use social media to talk to your family because they were probably very accessible to you irl.
I barely ever talk to them anymore anyway because my dad has constant migraines and nausea and PTSD, and is too stressed about paying bills and taking care of the family he lives with even though he hasn’t had an actual job or source of steady income in like 7 years, and my step mom has to work in a job she probably had no intention of doing.
I have been freaking over having a job through the summer and was having stress dreams about it. The ones that I don’t even know are dream world and I spend hours of my waking day trying to decipher them. Last weekend it got really bad and I somehow walked into a bar for three seconds and someone I knew escorted me out, then had to be a real dick to me when I contacted them to apologize.
Blah blah blah whatever.