Journal #20150114 Laugh, Cry, or Scream?....

 

 

I’ve been seeing a lot of journals recently saying how people want to be more active. Well I kinda want to do the same. Or at least try.

So,

I’m going to try and post at least a monthly journal if not a weekly journal. I’m going to try and not rant/vent but with the way things in my life is going at the moment, it might be hard….  ;_;

More than likely I’m going to post things about my characters and stories in an attempted to stay positive… Which with recent events at home is going to be hard.

 

For those interested in why I’m so melancholy,

Last year was a real morale drainer, things just wouldn’t stop for me, thought happy thoughts and the ‘vers was like “Nope.” As it is, I have not fully recovered from what happened last summer and doubt I ever will. In its simplicity, I got gout. Or more to the point, I got into some money trouble cause of gout. Why? Cause, I had no insurance and had to spend 3 paychecks trying to pay for the medical bills.

I would have asked those online for help, but, between the low morale and the medication I couldn’t really focus on my art and why ask those for help when it’s rare for people to commission me anyway?

Then… There’s my family… god… Idiots!

I own the property I live on, my parents live with me, I pay the taxes on my place 100%, my sister who was allowed into a second trailer on my property, by my father, had not paid me rent in over 2 years (finally got 1 payment January 2^nd) so she owes me over 3 grand in back rent, and let her derp of a boyfriend move in without asking anyone, namely me, and I was forced into allowing this despite my objections.

Now, my sister thinks if my parents moves out, she would inherent MY place and can bully me and make me pay RENT! Uh, wait…. WHAT???? 

Then to add insult to injury, I was texted by my mother that my father was filling out an application for a trucking company that he had worked for years ago… IN MY NAME!!!! WTF!

I know I need a new job to get out of the dead end one I am in now, but, god! Don’t do it behind my back! Especially when it’s a life changer like that! There were reasons I stop driving semis otr. Some of them are going to haunt me for a long time. It was my father’s dream to drive 18 wheels over the road, not mine. It was my fall back job if I failed at collage. Guess what? I failed… At both… *cries*

 

So yeah, mood wise I am not at 100%...

Health wise, I want to cry because I have 2 possibly 4 abscess teeth that I want have removed ASAP….

That’s not even the quoted $150 I need to get an O2 seiner replaced in my truck just so I can get it inspected by the end of the month….

 

Fun times…. Fun times….

*slinks off to weep*