#rumundcoke

so today before going out, I checked my bank accounts' balances, and freaked out. a minute ago, I checked my work employee page, and saw that I got paid. also, that I'm officially part time! this means I'll start building up paid vacation time and have benefits through my employer. which is awesome.

I wish I could be enough for him. Or at least better than her. Being a good, nice person has never gotten me anywhere. I don't think it ever will either. Fuck. ._.

yesterday: -woke up at ass o'clock -chickfila for breakfast, fuck yea -got my first two tattoos for $15. they're pretty small but I love them so. -went to the mall, got my third holes in each ear, for a grand total of 13 piercings so far. -worked 5:30-close. today: -resting my feet for now -work 3:30-close 

Couldn't you guys just y'know, act like you wanted to be around each other, or me, for a day? Did you have to point out everything I didn't do to make you happy? Really? No I didn't cry cause I graduated. I cried cause my family doesn't know how to act like one. Cake and presents are nice, and I'm grateful, but I just want to have a happy, normal family. Why can't I have that.