(if you hate rants then don't read)


Yeah, for the second time in my life I'm stuck out on my own. Everything I could possibly need is in the trunk of my car and I'm sleeping on couches. So you know, any interest in actually buying my art would be wonderful but since I'm only mediocre I guess that just means that I'm shit out of luck.

Sorry to rant but I'm officially out of the house since my dad decided he doesn't care enough to make a few small compromises. They're not even much to ask for. Okay, so I'm fucking 20 years old and he gives me a 10:30 curfew? That's not even the problem, the problem is that he won't give me a key to the fucking house! I LIVE there and I can't get in once it's locked. All I ask for is an 11:00 curfew and a key to the house and he can't do that. Why? Because apparently I'm not good enough. Story of my life. Oh, but my little brother's good enough for him. I'll be he wishes that my younger brother were his only child. He doesn't even live with my dad and HE gets a key? Oh, not only that, but my little brother gets a dinky part time job after he gets out of high school. I get a potentially full time job and call my dad to tell him about it, what do I get? A congratulations would have been nice. A "I'm so glad you finally found a job after six months of searching." would have been wonderful. Even a "that's good." would have been nice. But no. I call him and tell him that I finally found a decent job and he says "Oh, well what do you want me to do about it?"

WHAT KIND OF ASSHOLE SAYS THAT?

Not only that, but he acts like I owe him all the time. Your family isn't supposed to act like that! He didn't even take care of me for the 7 years from the time I was 6 to the time I was 13! What the fuck do I owe him? He never inconvenienced himself for me! Even when I had surgery. Oh boo hoo dad, cry me a river that I slept in my bed in MY room all day and you did nothing to really help me, offered to do nothing, and took no real time out of your normal day to check on me. You won't watch a movie with me even when you have the time because you're too busy kissing the neighbor lady's ass to do anything with me. And don't tell me about any family vacation until the day before you decide to do it and take my little snot-nosed brat of a brother with you. So I don't get to ask for a few days off to go to the beach and you take off without me. Thanks, I really appreciate it. I feel so loved inside that I just want to kill myself.

There was also a time when things were alright I guess. It finally got to where I could stand living there and THEN my little brother comes along. Yeah, we didn't agree on things, we got into fights, we couldn't stand each other, but sure, the only way to get us to stop fighting was just to separate us. Well .... I'd been living there for 3 freaking years and guess who Daddy chose to send away? ME! Not that little brat who had only been there for maybe a few months, but ME! So I end up stuck with my pothead aunt and uncle for nine months and they eventually dump me off at my grandparents' house because they spent all their fucking money on weed.

Sorry for the rant but hey, now I'm not only a starving, mediocre artist but I'm a homeless, starving, mediocre artist.