it feels good to have a job where i work, and it feels good to have money in the bank.
but, it sucks to bring home a pay check and thing, “if i was not living at home, i would could not live on this.” it sucks to wake up every morning and think, “i hate my job. it’s not what i want to be doing with the rest of my life.”
I am going to get drunk tomorrow, and I am going to imbarse my parents. and I will ejnoy it.
they invited over ahouse guest. let them sufer for not respecting me, and telling me, or planning around my celebrateing a milestone.
they known for months what my plans were, and that i was takeing over the house.
well, once again it’s my birthday.
go me.
