Tuesday, 25 November 2008

"you're fucked"

i'm not going to australia this dec cause i've got no money for it.

my father's own words: you're not working, so you'll be going at my expense. if it's nothing important then why go? why waste so much money during a time of crisis? if you have a job and can buy your own ticket then go ahead, i have no problems with it. do whatever you like with your own money as long as it's not illegal.

i have no job because you insisted i study full time. you said i shouldn't even work part-time or i'd get distracted. time of crisis? didn't you just exchange the altis for another car? yeah, i believe your fucking time of crisis. if all you're concerned about is money why didn't you tell me earlier when something could still have been done? why drop this freight on me only in the final hour?

fine. i'll get a job, no problem. and then i'll buy a bike with my first paycheck and stop driving any of his fucking cars. if it rains i'll just put on my fucking raincoat. and i'll buy more bikes in the future. i'll get one car for groceries cause that's all they're fucking good for. and he better not make any noise about my bikes cause it's my fucking money.

you wanna play the fuck-thee-well game, i can play it as well. we'll see who gets fucked. i might eventually forgive, but i never forget.

and to think, i sold the dna all because i thought he'd think better of me. fucking wishful thinking is what it is.

fuck this shit.

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