
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Still Fucking Tired...
Or, I could be living in an apartment in Rock Hill... A house in York... Or a house in Gastonia. And I could have a decent job. I could maybe work in IT for the many large companies with offices in Charlotte. Classes are relatively cheap. And there are plenty of places I could work in the meantime.
Not only that, but living down there means I wouldn't have to be anywhere near my increasingly irritating asshole stepfather. Don't get me wrong, he's pretty cool most of the time, but when he's in a bad mood, he takes it out on me. And I know my parents are beginning to resent my being here. Hell, even I resent my being here.
Now that I think of it, there isn't any real choice. I think I made my mind up a long time ago. I just didn't want to accept it. I want to go home. I can't stay in this goddamn place anymore, it's driving me insane. I'm always restless. I'm always exhausted. Maybe if I had more friends here, or lived in a different part of the state, it would be different. But I can't afford to move elsewhere without a job, so my only option to get out of here is to go back home. South Carolina is the only place I've ever been really happy.
Nikki, make ready my couch. It's time to go job hunting.
Comments:
Really?! Are you for real?! You've made your mind up about moving back?! OMG! I'm like so happy right now! Mew! Pack your bags and hit the road, buddy! I'll make ready your couch, tehe! Well, call me when you read this! Love ya' lots! ~Nicole
Heh, I guess you're here now, and I'll see you around sometime. You probably don't remember me, but welcome back to SC.
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