*making this one public for once, b/c I want my Lissa to read it*
I think my life sucks because I'm pretty. I mean, why else? No idea. But I am pretty, so that makes me happy. If I were ugly, fuck sticking it through will all of this B.S.
I'm keeping this all specific, b/c I am not trying to relive any of this, I've just gotten to the point where I'm not weeping and packing, so...yeah, not trying to get there again. Country music and specifics for me today.
Friday, no food in the house *but oh, toast?*, so I call mom to bring something b/c I want to be fed and rested, etc. for the CBEST. Hours later, them ignoring my calls, they come home, with a like quarter of a club sandwich, so I know they went to eat, and for me? Nothing. *this is at like close to midnight and I'm so pissed off and starving, I can't sleep* Little brother gets me BK b/c he was pissed off at them for that too. Good to know someone appreciates that fact that I RAISED him, or so I think, this explanation to come later.
Then I get maybe three hours of sleep? Before I need to get up, shower, and go to Manteca. Once we're there, my dad sees a diner he loves and omg, I get a real breakfast. I wolfed that shit down. 4 pieces of French toast, two eggs, two pieces of bacon, a huge glass of orange juice, and a bowl of beans. *I was tots still hungry which should show how much I have not been eating, usually I can't even make it through the eggs*
Take the CBEST.
Let me say this once;
A retarded monkey sleeping and poo'ing on itself could pass this shit. I finished it in less than two hours and was rolling my eyes at it the whole time. Honestly! I have a college degree, it's an insult to my intelligence to give me that test, basic skills or not, shouldn't there still be a challenge?
Then I call mom to say 'hey, done, can someone get me', b/c I had told them earlier, 'I think I will be done no later than 11 (and I wasn't), so at like 10, just come get me, then we can go to the car auction (where they were at)'. She YELLED at me about how she wasn't leaving to get me and for me to go read a book and wait, like a dog.
Luckily, I brought two book, so I go to read on the grass until my allergies were about to KILL me and found an empty table.
I'm there, maybe five minutes? And this cutesy, artsy type girl comes up and was like 'I don't want to come off as one of those crazy religious people, but is there anything I can pray with you about? It sounds crazy, but I believe that God sent me to you, because I saw this light surrounding you, and I'd really like to pray with you if I can.'
And usually, I'd be like 'wtf' b/c some of those people are creepy, but something about her seemed sincere and didn't turn me off, so we prayed and we had a conversation about what we wanted to do with our lives, why we'd taken the CBEST, etc. And she asked me if I had a job, I told her no and how hard it was to find one and she looks at me, very seriously, and says "I guarantee, this week, you'll have one. And God is smiling on you and he's going to begin blessing you", something like that, and I'm thinking 'I wish', so we part, I look down b/c at that moment, phone rings, look back up and she is GONE! I mean, gone, I even went in the direction she went and nothing, so I was tripping out for like...ten minutes, until parents got on my case and I though 'oh yes, this is my reality'.
So, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay long story short, I had it OUT with my parents, in front of grandma and brother.
I got maybe 60% of my issues out there and what happens? Someone they find a way to not only ignore my points, but begin making up things I said that I didn't, and OMG I SHOULD BE A GROWN-UP AND BE GRATEFUL THAT I HAVE A HOME AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS AND GOD KNOWS THE TRUTH!
*headdesk*
And apparently, I'm loved b/c I'm not on the streets and I am a failure and they're sick of me.
The only one on my side is Aunt Virgie, the fuck up.
She was PISSED when I told her how everyone ganged up on me in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I haven't' had to sneak off to cry in the bathroom since
City of Angels. And Aimee knows the hell I went through working that show.
I was so ready to give Severus, Snuggles, and Neville away to good homes, pack a bag, and be homeless. Aunt Virgie told me she's trying to get a place and if she does, I can live with her for as long as I need to. That's the only reason I didn't go be homeless. I cannot believe after pouring my heart out, they threw it in my face and threw GOD on me!
GOD!
Well, guess what, God does know all, parents, and he knows the true heart and soul of everyone, and when judgment day comes, I am not worried for myself.
Some people....
I have an appointment with the Chiropractor in a week, which *should* be my last, unless she decides to be greedy again and keep me an extra month for no reason, b/c the fact is, I'm not getting better, her crack-pot cracking of my neck does nothing for my muscle and nerve damage, thanks. Realistically, once everything is paid, I would feel so blessed to have enough to get my own place and pay off my two credit cards (I don't consider the one my parents maxed out mine, b/c they are paying that shit off by December or it's war). Hopefully I have a job by then so I can get a car and then work a shit job, substitute, have enough to live, eat, pay off my massive loans (got my first bill Saturday), and finish...
Some sort of novel or screenplay. They'll publish anything, I mean, Stephenie Meyer with her third-grade writing and horrible grammar got published. Where there are stupid teenagers, there is money, after all.
And maybe, someday, I will find someone to share life with that isn't' a cat or two puppies, but hey, if not, I have them.
If life wants to keep fucking with me, fine, I'm stubborn, but if it wants to finally cooperate with me, that would be amazing too.
God is my savior and I believe that one day, he will save me. If I have to keep suffering in life so that I can be rewarded in death, then I accept that.
And for non believers who want to mock that, I can't live life believing there's nothing to look forward to in the end, that this life and it's troubles are for nothing, because if that's true, then this life is not worth living. I need to believe in something more, so I do.
So, I'm coming up with a little prayer to tell myself when times are bad;
Lord, fill me with your light and joy and be my savior. Grant me forgiveness, patience, and compassion. Light my way when I am lost and may I always find my way back to you.And time to break out the list of reasons why I should love myself, which I think every person needs (and yes, I actually keep this list with me and I've had it for years):
1. You deserve all the happiness in the world, the earth, the moon, the stars, the sky, the heavens, everything. NEVER let anyone convince you otherwise. You're a gift from God to this Earth and you shall be treated as such.
2. You don't need anyone else to make you happy except yourself.
3. If someone can't appreciate and love you for who you are, they don't deserve you. The reason you haven't found love in someone else is because God has not yet made someone who is worthy of you.
4. Always love yourself, no matter what, because if you don't love you, no one else will.
5. Keep it positive. Don't let yourself be weighed down by meaningless things. Life is about love, laughter, and happiness-anything else is insignificant.
6. Smile-at least six times a day.
7. Always remember that you love more deeply than others because you are a good person. Not everyone can be as amazing as you are.I should write a self-help book.
Jenn's Steps to Happiness. But there you go.
I'm going to ignore the existence of these people and attempt to re-find and keep my true self, because she dies completely.
God bless you all and I hope everyone else is having a better time of things than I am.
And if all else fails, there's Paramore and Country Music.