Back to School
08/28/2018
Dear life,
Today I reflect on the fact that moving back in with my mom may have been the worst decision yet. I say may, because I’m at least closer to school and my friends. I have friends now, who’d’ve thunk. I mean, I didn't make them myself so don’t give me too much credit. My sister introduced over a year ago, and I've only recently become close to anyone there. Honestly, I wish the way in which I became close to my new best friend, hadn't been so...horrific. Have I mentioned before that my love and I have been having issues? If not, then here I say so. he did something that I feel I will never tell anyone ever. because of that, I felt lost and without a rock. So, my bff and I are a couple of wierdos who understand each other, and thats how we first came to associate with each other. but when this thing happened, I turned to him for advice. Ok well first I acted out a bit. Drinking, smoking, staying out all night, or out for days at a time. Then I explained to my bff that i was going through something, and that didn’t want to give all the details, but also needed advice and comforting. Thanks to him my love and I were able to resume our relationship and try to mend it.
So why is living with mom feeling like a bad decision? Her idiot step-daughter, who also lives here, is a pain in the ass. I can’t stand her. She’s the type of stupid that thinks the world revolves around them, and the moment you say no to one of their requests they throw a 5 year old temper tantrum. She is all about drama while simultaneously stating that she “hates drama” (insert Taylor Swift verse here). I’m 100% sure shes responsible for my entire backpack full of laptops disappearing, even if she didn’t take them, someone associated with her did. All of my art, writing, photos, and notes are gone. There’s this lingering frustration because of this. I keep hoping the backpack will magically appear somewhere like it was just playing hide and seek. She also hogs the living room like its her house (fun fact, my love and I are actually buying this house from my family because they can no longer afford it and it’s probably the only way we would’ve moved back anyway) and she leaves her daughters mess everywhere. There is constant screaming, crying, drama, noise, and I’m cramped into my bedroom which is my only space in this entire house. So yeah, bad decision.
School started today but I don’t have any Monday classes...so the title is actually wrong, no I’m not going to change it, and yes I realize that this entire entry has been fuck all about school. But I’m a lazy waffle who has no creative imagination at the moment so...
Tis all for today
Waffle