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Boldly gone...
Join Date: May 2007
Location: The sanity of my own mind.
Posts: 2,635
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fuck all this shit.
so ive been trying not to post this crap for the last week or so.
basically, last sat, i came home for spring break.
pplans for langerado - cancelled
plans for housing next year at school - cancelled
plans to spend rest of college with best friend - cancelled
plans to have a stable home in ATL - cancelled.
my mom decided the week before to tell me that she was moving and was cancelling, or should i say, moving back her trip to cali until after i left.
so my plans went from good, to bad, to worse (from goin to langerado, to having to pack the house alone, to having to pack with her)
and tonight being my last night, as she just so casually reminded me, ive been sitting here, not really thinking about much, in fear of loosing control of my control over every fuckin emotion in my body right now... so what does my mom do?? after a week of hastling me, telling me how my shit was getting binned if it didnt get boxed before i left, asking me to do stupid ass tasks she could have done herself years ago while i was at shcool, she decided to come say goodnight, only to casually walk back in 3 minutes later, stating this as her purpose for dragging her ass back into my room, my last sanctuary...
"i just realized tonight was your last night ever in the house... how do you feel about that??"
i was just like fuuuuck man, i know youre trying to get me to say how much i fuckin hate you right now, but ima stay cool and show you up...
"eh i didnt give it much thought honestly"
a lot of awkward silenced ensued as i stared at her, then my laptop, busilly typing away with friends, trying to keep my cool. i basically just said that i was "indifferent" to which she replied "oh so do you feel like this is all just kind of happening without your control??" (right on the goddamn nose mom, thanks a lot)
man, i hate how parents know exactly what you dont want to hear, and they they fuckin say it. its my last fuckin night in this damn house, the house i moved into after leaving the UK almost 8 years ago.
its the only house ive lived in in the US, the only house i lived in in ATL and the fact shes moving out of it before i even have a chance to finnish my time here in ATL is crushing. if she couldnt tell by my constant refusal to look at her new appt, my bad attitute, my angry demeanor and my near constant anxiety the whole week.
not only is she tearing out my heart by leaving this house, the reasons shes doing it are totally selfish. i cant even bare to go into a whole lotta detail, but basically, she settled on an offer for the house, almost 200,000 dolalrs less than the asking price for any house in the area, jus so she can sell it, move fast and have quick money to spend, in the fashion she has been for years now.
when she sells this house, its the last of any inheritance im gonna have the chance of seeing, and all that money is my dads hard earned divorce settlement, recklesssly speant with no income by my mom since 2000. she left for the us with about 1milliion. she now is at the point of having to take a shady ass offer on a fuckin awesome ass house, jsut cause she hasnt gotten a job... ever.
im beyod words now. shes taken my emoitions to the end of their limits, and ive fought fighting back this entire week. im not gonna do or say shit to her, but she DAMN WELL knows how i feel. if she doesnt, well, shame on her for not giving a shit.
im torn appart by this. this is my fucking home, the place i started my new life. i left the UK nearly kicked out of school, had the worst grades in my schsooll and needed some serious help. i struggled through highschool and college dealing with her shit, and what shes done to the family. tonight marks the last night in my books chapter here in ATL. there is no way in hell i will ever step into the same house and set down my bags as shes in. i will never live with, let alone talk to her after tommorow. my flights at 3, barely enough time for me to get the last of my things boxed up.
i thought about hitting a J right here in bed, but im not gonna let her get that rise outta me. if i leave here, rules unbroken, i can leave with a guilt free conscience, knowing i didnt do anything to deserve half the shit thats rained down on me this year. im at my near breaking point, and im just about able to not break right now. just.
im livid with anger, parylyzed with fear and crushed with hurt over this. id struggled the whole week not to give the matter ANY thought until i left, and was 100% able to fucking kick the shit out of whatever was around me until i felt better. now, idk...
im supposed to leave at 3.30 on a flight to indianapolis, and i may never get the chance to return to ATL, let alone this location.
this house, this room, this garden... its been my only livlihood for 8 years. the thing i always had as constant, the one thing i could guarantee... but no longer. when i leave the house tomorrow, im not so much as looking back for fear of loosing absolute control over efvery fucntioning limb in my body. as soon as i get to shcool, im indulging in whatever drug is hardest, and closest to me. i dont really know how to fucking deal with this shit in a rational sense anymore, and im at a total loss for what to do now.
i cant beleive that after tonight, there will be not a single occasion where i will leave this house, walk a few feet down the road to the gazeebo to go toke up, or go check on my babies in the garden. i wont be able to light up a J in the garage, half cracked in the summer heat. i wont be able to park my car neatly in the 2 car garage, take out the transmission and fuck with it til the sun comes up 3 months later... none of it. instead, what do i have??
55,000 dollars of student loan debt. over 3000 in interest in the last 2 years, another 2 years of college and 3 years of grad school to pay for, and a broken heart. im barely fighting the tears now, and im gonna have to cut this entry short. best beleive ill be back to post more in here, but just a little update as to my current situation.
im about to rade the house for any valuables uncalled at this point, to try and at least feel as if my petty theft will give me some closure on this mess. im not about to do anything dumb, but im in no mindset to make any good choices either.
i have the whole semester left to finnish, just found out a teacher has given me a D in fucking basic drawing classes, just because she doesnt think im motivated enough, even though im said to be best in the class, and not to mention i have doctors to see, a house to find for myself as well as mounting debt and anxiety.
ok, i really cant go on further wihtout loosing it. im gonna hit a bowl and come back to post moer in a little.
sorry for the total randomness of this thread, i can barely string a thought together and ive been stone cold sober with just one cig to the mouth all day. fuck this
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