I f-cking hate my mom right now.
I'm asleep, and my cell phone goes off. It's my mom, set to inform me that my sixteen-year-old sister has gotten a job, while I, being a lazy sh-t, have not. Not since January, anyway. Does she mention that there are a lot of other MORE IMORTANT things going on right now, like, MY FUTURE?! Christ, no.
So I told her I was tired and hung up on her. There are many, many reasons as to why I haven't found a job yet. And that phone call is one of them.
I'm the kind of five-year-old minded person to have someone tell me to do something and then do the exact opposite. Is it childish? Yes. Do I care? No. Because I'm eighteen f-cking years old, and I will live my life accordng to how I want to live it, and I will be DAMNED if I have ANYBODY looking over my f-cking shoulder and telling me what I should do with my life. If my mom wants to kick me out, I say she go for it. I have both been there and done that, thankyouverymuch. I am really thisclose to cutting all ties with her altogether and forging my own path because I'm tired of this crap. The only way I'm gonna learn is if I do I myself, and at least I'm perceptive enough to know that.
Phew. Done now.