I dont mean to be so off.

It makes me wonder sometimes what is right for me.
Is it right to stay here and be a slave to someone else?
Is it right to put my dreams on hold because where I am is safe?
I don't know who I am. And I'm pretty sure I wont find him in Sonic.

Things never change.
I wake up in the afternoon, sit and feel sorry for myself.
Then go to work with people who don't repsect me. People who verbally abuse me.
Didnt know that?
Yeah I get called a different form of "fat" or "ugly" or "faggot" every single day.

I deal with it.
I deal with my Mom asking me if I'm on drugs.
Sometimes I go to my co-worker Shelby's house to hang out. Shelby smokes pot.
Now Mom is calling me liar and thinks I smoke pot.
I have NO desire to smoke pot EVER.
And yet my own Mother doesnt trust me to do the right thing.

My father doesnt call. I guess he forgets all about me.
Its ok, I'm use to being invisible and forgotten.

I am always broke because I'm having to pay for both my and my Mom's laptops, I have paid the electric 3 times. I am the one who puts gas in the car. I walk the dog, and buy the food for the house.

When do I have the money to save so I can move?
Its getting too much to bare.
No one wants to hear me talk about it because no one has the right solution.
Everyone's life sucks and they dont want to hear about how someone else's life sucks.

So Chris gave me the advice to suck it up and deal with life.
What have I been doing?
I complain but its my way of dealing.
I am sick of doing what is right for everyone else.
Its my time.