I really do need a job badly. Why? Well, for one, I just wanna get out of the UK as soon as I fucking can. I'm tired of being treated like shit. Mom's having a go at me for not finding work yet...as if I'm not fucking trying! She's worried because we're low on money thanks to my sister and when she crashed Mom's car into the wall. Now, we're all suffering because of it. But, guess whose getting into most of the trouble? ME! WHY THE FUCK IS IT ME? I didn't do fucking shit to the car. Look, I can understand why Mom would need some help with cash because of it, but she doesn't need to pick on me all the fucking time, does she? I'm sick of it.
Some friends have asked if my family and all would miss me when I move to the USA to be with Sharlet. The answer...no. No way in hell would they. They'll probably throw a party as soon as I'm gone...and fine if they wanna...I don't care. I know when I'm needed and when I'm not. I'm definately not needed here by anyone anymore. I can't wait until I'm in the USA and I've left this life behind for a better one. Hoping that it'll be very soon. If only there was a real simple way to get £1000. That's the minimum I need to get me out of the UK. £1000+
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