Dad goes on a, best put, tirade, about how I’m giving up a job that
A). Treats me poorly by mocking me and calling me stupid all the time
B). Is a very hazardous work environment
To go work at Tim hortons which
A) is good service experience
B) is cashier experience
So, you know, I might be making less money now with Tim hortons, but I’m
A) keeping my sanity
B) getting experience that can actually do me some good in the future.
The only downside is it is back at home, so I gotta visit these fuckers every week.
Then they’re just expecting to pay for my apartment which makes them like, really upset because GOD FORBID I ADVANCE MYSELF IN LIFE.
I’m just, really, really, really, done with this crap from them. I’ll be so fucking glad when I’m on my own.
And my sister, Jesus Christ.
So I brought my bike in to fix the flat , and I just had taught her how to light a charcoal fire for the grill. Well anyways, I brought the bike in to fix the tire, and I was going to supplement her house hunting shows with some actual things of importance. She was like “can’t you see I’m busy!” And I just fucking lost my shit and yelled at her that I fucking get it.
I live with a basic bitch who doesn’t wanna learn or do dick for anyone ever.
And I’m inside me here, wondering wether it’s worth it. And I seriously wonder if they think I love them.
Providing is out of necessity, but love? I haven’t been loved since I can remember, and that really makes me want to cry, but I just, I can’t force myself to, and I really just, kinda need to.