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Sunday, May 11, 2014
Work work work work fucking work
What if I don't want a job?! What if I want to spend my last summer as a kid not working and actually enjoying it? I'm supposed to go to Chicago with Indie! I can't do that if there's a job in my way. I wish there were a way to make you understand. I don't want a job. I know I cost a hell of a lot but I wont even be here in three months so can't you just deal for that much longer?! Doesn't that make sense? I literally wont even hardly be in your life in four months or so. Doesn't that at least make you a little sad? I'm moving across America so that I don't fall back and depend on you anymore. I'm surprised you haven't figured that out yet. Since sixth grade I knew I was a problem. I knew I costed more than everyone else and that I was needier. I'm sorry about that. I'm materialistic and idk. That's just me. That's always been me. I'm sorry, okay?! I just don't want a job. I can't handle it. If I work all summer and stress about that, and then go straight to college and stress over that, by November I'll be in a psychiatrical hospital. Do you understand? I mentally and emotionally cannot handle that much stress/ pressure in that much given time. I'll break. I can't even tell you this or you'll go off on me. Whatever.
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