I am so mad and so done with my pathetic excuse of a life right now.
Not even a usually cathartic cry and writing session is helping.
It's stale and never changing and I can't see anything changing in the near future unless it becomes an absolute necessity and then it'll be a huge stress-inducing deal and no one will be happy and I just...
Can I please go back to 2011 and bitch slap my father so he won't leave his job and I don't have to feel like this?
I can't even put into words how I'm feeling. And it's not just shark week. It's work and it's family and it's my brother degrading and mocking me and I just wanna beat the shit out of him and put his head through a wall.
It's missing Austin and it's not being able to get out of the house and it's...
I'm 24 years old and I'm living like a fucking hermit.
Work, home, work, home, work, home, work, home.
This is my endless life. And when fall starts, it will be:
School, work, home, school, work, home, etc.
Just... I wanna be done with all this. I want my life to be normal again. I want to be able to use my driver's license as more than just wallet decoration. I want to do something fun that isn't a flea market every now and again.
I'm just so damned tired I'm having trouble being bothered for... anything, except sitting on my computer all day.
I'm so tired.