Mood ~ A bit pissed
Music ~ Nothin' at the moment

Man I'm just so mad at the moment, I hate this town and I hate livin' here, and especially hate gettin' this crap from my sister as to why aren't I workin' more and why don't I get a full time job and whatnot. Well excusee me I have two part time jobs, and when I work bothe on the same day which I do a lot, I work more then full hour days, at times I'm workin' eleven hours, with only one half hour break!!! Shit on me for not workin' hard, god I'm pissed, then she gives me crap for havin' a day off, but takin' a entire week off is ok? I only get one day off a week, and by law it states that I'm supposed to have two, but I want the hours, I mean I haven't had a day off in almost three weeks, so piss on me, I don't care anymore. I work hard, and all I get is my money grubbin' sister buggin' me all the time to get more hours so I can pay her my flippin' rent. 200 bucks a month was the deal, I do pay it, and now she's all like why don't ya get a place of yer own, but you see I have a problem with that. Plain and simple, I can't, I don't have the money, all that I do make goes into the bank for art school. I so want to leave, Not only is this city borin' but now I'm gettin' shit from my sister for no apperent reason.

She syas she's a poor mother. Poor my ass!!! She works for the government and makes tons of cash, I mean she ain't poor that's for sure, but she seems to think so, and wants everyone to feel sad for her because she'a single mom now. It's not like she is goin' through a hard time, she met a wonderful guy, makes good money and has great friends. She should be grateful, not mouppin' every second she gets because she's got this damn thought in her head that her life is harsh and full of depresstion. Ha try my life, my life is hard, look at me I'm a starvin' artist. Sure I got it good, but still I don't make what she makes, I don't have to many friends here, I feel alone at times, and despperaly just want to hop on a plane and fly home. To where I feel loved...because I don't feel it here at times. I feel like I'm just a pain here. My sister got mad at me the other day because apperently I left a trail of dirt from my room to downstairs to out the door. Sure I had to run up the stairs, I was goin' to be late to work if I had to take my boots off, I forgot somethin' and when I got home all I got was a lecture on not leavin' a trail of dirt in thouse, which I really couldn't see that morning when I walk ed back down the stairs. But my sister has x-ray vision I swear to god.

I so want to go, ya I know I've said it a million times, but I do, I miss home.