Monday, August 09, 2004
Sigh
What was that, a octuple post? That's gotta be a record.Life is hell. I need a job and fast. My mother and I had this huge fight this morning. See, I bought this textbook for my kinda-adopted-brother (don't ask), because his uni is ass and doesn't have a second-hand bookshop. He repaid via my mother, so I asked her for the money back.
KA-FUCKING-BOOM.
All of a sudden she's biting my head off. So you want your money, do you. Why don't you ask your father for money, he's spending it all on that whore and her bastard brats, you're always coming begging to me for money and he doesn't pay a cent, if you want money get a job, I'm not paying for anything any more.
Note, this money is what said father gave to me in the first place. And the money she gives usually gives me is for such extravagances as eating and going to school.
This is what I gave up my friends, grandma, dad, and a $9000pa scholarship for. Independence for apron strings.
# posted at 3:10 pm
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