Void of Space

Oh yeah, this is gonna be a bad week. Monday was bad, Tuesday could have been better, and today has gotten off to a very ugly start. Mom decided to "ground" me from the computer and television because I didn't fold newspapers. It's not her job, it's mine. I'm the one that gets paid to walk around in random stages of weather to deliver a paper that nobody friggin' reads. $30 does not cover a high hospital bill, nor fix permanent mental damage caused by trauma. So it's none of her fucking business whether I fold the stupid newspaper the day of or before I deliver them.

And if she thinks I should move out so bad, then I will. But I sure as hell won't be leaving my dog and bird behind. If she even gets the slightest NOTION that I'm gonna leave Cyra and that dove behind, she better go think again.

Can't get a house, it's way out of my budget. I could rent, but I don't know how much house rents go for. Can't think of any apartments here that allow pets, but I should probably just go around and look.

God, I'm in such a bad mood. I should probably go talk to Nancy, since we had talked about the whole moving out thing a year or two ago.

Lemme say it is very tempting to just drop out of school and move out of the house. Thing is, I value my education, and I hate quitting. I don't like giving up or running away.

Where do you turn for help when you don't know where to go?