… Ahahaha.
Okay.
Now I think you’re just trying to piss me off.


You know, I’ve tried really hard since break started to stay positive in spite of all this stupid shit, but it’s rather difficult when
(a) your parents neglect to go grocery shopping for nearly a month, so you have nothing to eat while you’re home all day and can’t order anything for delivery because you’re broke and have no job because no jobs are available within a hundred miles;
(b) your mother decides to make you do every fucking little thing in the house (since summer began) without bothering to help one bit or even get someone else in the family to help you;
(c) you keep waking up to the same, disappointing lie every morning;
(d) your cherished cat continues to get skinnier and skinnier each day even though she’s been eating like a pig in the last couple of months and your parents won’t take her to the vet to see if something is wrong with her simply “because she’s old;”
(e) you’re stuck in the smallest town imaginable with absolutely nothing to fucking do, except for the same old thing, day after day, over and over.

So, basically, if I want to have fun in this town, I have to do something illegal, like dress up in a pointed, white hood and burn a cross on someone’s lawn.
That’s fucking sad.

Small towns always piss me off.
They’re always so far behind with the times.
I mean, come on, get with the fucking program and advance.
Just another one of the reasons why I love Vegas.

Fuck Burnet.
Fuck Texas as a whole.