So fucking annoyed
The annoyance hardly gets to me anymore, but it's there, strong.
My mother said 'we're' to move closer to the casino where she wants me to get a job when i can try for the next interview. Now that i've stopped selling drugs to survive, people who have relied on me ask questions as i borrow from friends
i told her i didn't want to, she said i had no choice, she's discussed it with my brother already.
i said i'm moving out, the reality is i have nowhere to go and barely anything
not suicidal. i want to move to america, at least for a little while. as long as i could. to fulfil a dream of meeting many of you in june.
i won't sell drugs again. i met a girl recently, ashley, she is so strung out on drugs that she shakes hard with difficulty when trying to roll a cigarette.
i cannot move with them again, family. my father tries to phone me, sometimes wants to talk about my run-ins with the police, how i shouldn't have to deal with this stuff, lecture, tells me to get a good job.
no options. very quiet, will not help my mother anymore, i love so much but hurts to help her.
dreamviews people such a big part of my life, more than i'll say. dv ventures have occupied suicidal spaces for years, ever since thailand when my grandfather died. i haven't moved on, it still blocked in my mind, but i feel to cry.
don't know how i'll do this.
my mother just came in and asked me to do designs for her
i said it's going to take me many hours and that i'm not even going to be paid for it, told her i'd do it tonight and to just leave me alone
frustrated beyond words. crying and angry, any plans are fucking hopeless.
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