And another thing, this stupid FAFSA you have to fill out for college is just a load of total crap. I mean really, all this hassle and it’s all nonsense, literally the same questions over and over again.
Why can’t there be several, blatant boxes you can choose like
_ Rich bitch
_ Kind of alright, probably need some help
_ Broke ass nigga
because I totally fall into the last category and goddamn it all why don’t I have a job yet?!!!!!!!!
I AM THE PERFECT CANDIDATE, I HAVE MY LICENSE MY OWN CAR I CAN PASS DRUG TESTS FOR EVERYONE. YES THAT’S RIGHT - I STOPPED SMOKING MY PRECIOUS WEED AND STILL NO JOBS BUT I STILL WON’T SMOKE BECAUSE THE MOMENT I DO I WILL GET A CALL ABOUT A JOB
AND I’M TYPING IN SHOUTY CAPITOLS BECAUSE I’M ANGRY AND STRESSED AND I NEED TO BITCH ABOUT THIS BECAUSE MOTHER OF FUCK WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE LIKE TO SHIT ON MY FACE?
I’m done now.
I mean really. I always knew it was going to be tough but after the two hour conversation about everything I just had with him….I feel like crying.
See, I guess it never really sunk in fully that he won’t be at home when I come in on the weekends. My mom will be here and that’s nice, but dad is going to be out in the world doing his own thing.
And it’s going to be so tough. My daddy is my rock, my hero, my VERY best friend, my galaxy and my everything. He means so much to me, and it never hurt this much until now to think about not having him play with my feet while we sit on the couch and have our talks.
Of course we will still see each other. He’ll still spoil me whenever we do. But it’s so hard right now to think that I won’t have my rock at home anymore. At least not this home. But then again, I feel like my true home is my daddy.
And I can’t type anymore right now because I’m crying so I need to stop.