Well now I've done it. I've went and put my foot right in it. Tried to do some typing on my laptop this morning, and good ol step-pa stormed in and gave me a rough time about it.
I've rarely used the dratted thing since I moved back to Alabama. I'm not allowed to use it at all though. I suppose I got a little too comfortable in this stead. So now, I got the man angry and dictative towards me. Thank goodness for the library, huh? I wouldnt have any way to keep my friends and relatives in good contact
the thing is. Now I'm feeling very ... well... I dont even know a good word for it. I dont want to return to that house. I want to escape. run away somewhere. Get away from these dictating rules. I'm sick of being treated like a teenager. What I do with my computer and my time should be my own business.
I just dont know what to do... I have no job, and the job market pretty much stinks right now. I cant just live out of my car, the payments are past due! They'll find it eventually and tow it away. Plus I have so much stuff that I dont know what to do with... Cant afford a storage. Cant do nothing...
I'm wondering if I'm about to get kicked out again.... If that happens, then I've finally had it. I'll have to make due with what I can to survive. Shelter or none...
God... help me!
I'll update everyone on the going ons... right now, I'm desperately seeking a job, but to no avail...
