So Dad tells me to give $200 to my brother or he'll be homeless, because he doesn't want to - and then contradicts himself when i say that i will. Apparently i fucked up at work too and almost had to pay for a $100 lottery ticket that wouldn't cancel, but my manager payed for it. And even with my strict budget plan, i am progressively running out of money - and no one is reliable anymore. Hmmmm. Make an even more life constricting budget plan and finally opt into getting my license i suppose. Ridiculed, ridiculed, and i slowly run thin.

In other happy days - i have more music to listen to so i wont completely go insane.

Still dreading the inevitable conflict between said and said subconsciously - but never mind i don't think its that bad. Millions of people you know.....

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