Living at home

Is the absolute worst thing in the world.

My dad has cancer whoop de fucking doo. He got his treatment and now he's recovering from that treatment, and because of that, my mom and I are constantly walking on eggshells.
Every time I try to talk to him or tell him about a job I'm looking at applying for, he always comes back with some rude bitchy with a rude bitchy tone comment about how "Why don't you apply for a job in the field you have a degree in?" "We put a roof over your head and food on your plate, so until you start getting a paycheck, you better start doing some fucking work."

JESUS CHRIST I'VE BEEN HOME ONE WEEK.

I was talking to my mom about my resume, and her coworker who is going to help me fix it up, and he starts in with shit about, "You're 22 years old just fucking do it yourself."


I'm so close to just packing my car with as much stuff as possible and moving the fuck out.

I can live in my car until I find a job, right?

Hi.

I got a new computer and I couldn't remember the email I used for this blog and I almost had an aneurysm and cried for a solid 10 minutes before I remembered.

I lost 20 pounds since my tonsillectomy and at camp.

Yay.



I'm cutting my hair off on Tuesday and I'm trying to be a real person. I'm living with my parents.

Post-grad life sucks.