
fir brought this to school the other day. then it got me thinking today. yknow i shouldnt have got a job in the first place. it's hit me twice, or maybe three times but i thought that was over. then it came back. i can't stress this any longer.
the purpose of a job is to pay for my extra expenses. i can find my own clothes and buy my own project materials (fyi, it can go to $200). now the purpose is to lead my own life with that small amount of pay?! are you f.kidding me? so now what? no pocket money, this laptop's now under me and my phone and even my
transport concessions. fuck it mann. fuck it deep la. shit, im only seventeen.
tell me, what have i done wrong? i got good grades, i even took up an extra diploma so i can graduate with two diplomas in this three years AND i've got a job. shit, i hardly have time for myself. and once again, it happens. you say im useless. you know what?!
i think the useless one is you. you suck your life out of yourself without anyone's help and you blame us. next time, dont even bother looking for me, damn it. but goddamnit. because im so nice, i keep coming back to lend a hand. oh wait. more like GIVING it. cause i'd never get it back.
PS: i bet anyone who's in my shoes would've quit school. lucky i am in love with education so i would never stop. God forbid.
loves,
B!
breaking. into. billions. of. pieces.