it's getting worse here in life stuff and misc.

It’s fucking oppressive when you’re living in a house where you’re told that it would shame the family to make eighty bucks in three hours hosting a Trivia Night at a local bar while being told to apply for work as a janitor at a casino an hour’s drive away where all your take-home pay would be eaten by gas and tolls, cleaning toilets for free.

I am never going to be respectable.

I am never going to be happy doing anything other than writing or speaking my own mind but she tells me it would humiliate her if I made good money doing my thing, while she brings me applications to make minimum wage at the gas station to apply my hundred-thousand-dollar communications degree.

I want to jump out of my own skin.