I want to go back to school. I don’t have like any friends here. I have like 2 best friends and that’s it. I literally have 4 Indians tickets for Friday (free to whoever is coming with us), and I’m having trouble finding 2 more friends to go with me and Katie. My group of “friends” is full of drama and I’m pretty sure most of them don’t like me anyway. I really don’t have anything to do at home, except working and I only work 2-3 days a week. At home, everything in the world revolves around soccer. Literally anything an everything in this house has to do with soccer. The time I do have plans, nope those get cut because I have to stay home for 6 hours and babysit nick so the parents can go to michael’s state cup game. And that goddam tournament is still going on so I keep having to babysit nick for hours on end. And it’s not like they even ask me. They tell me 5 hours before that that’s what I’m doing. Literally it just sickens me how much everything in this household revolves around soccer. Mom is the fucking manager for michael’s soccer team so that’s all they ever talk about and it puts her in bad moods sometimes which then in turn we get to deal with. Not fucking fair. Mom is also the “room parent” or whatever for nick’s class so that consumes her time always planning for their fucking class parties and she expects me to come up and help in them and go get the pizza and bring it up for their damn parties and shit. And she is constantly trying to make me feel fucking guilty for not being home 24/7 in the summer to take care of laci. She doesn’t need that much taking care of! Yet mom is always like “yes laci, you know I’m the real one who takes care of you and I’m the one who always walks you and gets your food and water and blah blah blah.” bull fucking shit. The only days I can’t walk her are when I’m at work Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s. I fucking feed her in the morning and dinner and love her take care of her. And then when I snapped at her today for her constantly doing this and I said to her “you don’t even work the days you take care of her, I’m working!” she gets all fucking bitchy like how dare you say that this family wouldn’t function without me. Shut up mom. The “work” you do that’s outside of normal mom duties is manage that goddam soccer team. And I’m fucking sick of all this goddam bullshit. And I’m in fucking college yet they still have to keep the damn leash on me. Hello I’m not the one who’s off smoking pot, am I? No, I’m not. I literally cannot take it any more. I wish I had tons of money and a job in Florida and my own car and an apartment in Florida so me and Laci could move down there year round and I wouldn’t have to live with my family and I could just see them when they visit or I visit. Gahhhblargghhhalkkaaghflaplslagenscha
