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its a good thing i like my setup, because i’m probably going to be here for the next couple of years. moving isn’t going to happen if they expect me to come up with $20,000 in the next few months, and banks don’t just give people money.
the thing that pisses me off the most is thinking that i spent the past little while hearing every single person telling me the place i’m moving to is SO EXPENSIVE… and it might be for nothing. *projectile vomits*
hopefully my dad will allow me to keep mooching off him for a while. like a few years. you know, until i can pay my own way through school. which will take fucking forever.
on the plus side, more time with the boy. of course, he’ll probably find a job somewhere far away and abandon me like i was going to abandon him, so you know, the more time isn’t really guaranteed here.
god i want to leave this shithole town so bad. but you kind of need money and shit to leave, and when you’re born to super poor people in a super shitty area of the country, you’re pretty much fucked. the rich get richer, the poor get poorer, school is expensive and not usually worth it anyway. i wish i didn’t hate my jobs so much. well, i don’t really hate them. just the one. and i don’t hate it, it’s just so early and boring and currently the person i report to the most i don’t really want to talk to because she’s my best friend’s mom and i would just rather not talk to the whole lot of them for, you know, a long time.
i’d like to move and then save money, but that’s also kind of hard to do when you have to pay so much money just to live. ugh. money money money. everyone’s life revolves around it, and i hate it. give me a minimum wage job that doesn’t make me want to kill myself and leave me alone.
