It's been God knows HOW long I've last made an entry in this Blog, but a lot has changed...and not a lot in a good way. Got promoted at work, but no pay advancement unless I get the assistant manager position. I was super psyched and ready to go to my first ever Gathering next Saturday, but I won't even be able to go to the Munch tomarow night (or later on tonight, depending on your time zone or whatever) so I can pay TO go to the Gathering. I can't go, not because of illness or disease, but because my ride to both events fell through and none of my family or friends have stepped up to help me get to where I want to go. They know I can't drive and they waited til the day before the Munch (which of course was today) to tell me I can't go. That they can't take me.
It's not that they don't trust me, they don't trust the people on the Forum who are throwing it and/or attending it. They said if I were to learn how to drive and got my license, they wouldn't care. A bit late for that news scoop. I just hate playing 2nd fiddle...I hate being a fucking afterthought to these people that I call my family. I'm supposed to trust these people with my lilfe and I can't even trust them to do me right with normal shit! Things went a lot smoother when I was drunk and/or high off my prescription pain killers. Maybe I should start drinking again and then everything will be all right. Maybe I can convince my doctor to give me another prescription for Vicodin, complaining that my long-since injured leg and knee is hurting again. Then they can have the bastard son that they don't have to care for as long as he has a job and is as financially (un)stable as they are!
It's not that they don't trust me, they don't trust the people on the Forum who are throwing it and/or attending it. They said if I were to learn how to drive and got my license, they wouldn't care. A bit late for that news scoop. I just hate playing 2nd fiddle...I hate being a fucking afterthought to these people that I call my family. I'm supposed to trust these people with my lilfe and I can't even trust them to do me right with normal shit! Things went a lot smoother when I was drunk and/or high off my prescription pain killers. Maybe I should start drinking again and then everything will be all right. Maybe I can convince my doctor to give me another prescription for Vicodin, complaining that my long-since injured leg and knee is hurting again. Then they can have the bastard son that they don't have to care for as long as he has a job and is as financially (un)stable as they are!
