Well life has a bit difficult.... So i promised to explain the kidnap thing so here it is.
So i had some plans which happen every other friday and my mother knew of it. So i got ready and about an hour before my appointment i went to see if mom was ready. She acted like i hadnt told her and said she didnt feel like getting dressed, and taking me down. I talked to her about 15 mins before asking her if i had to walk. She said yes.... Now i live in the mountains, 5 mins out of town. Sooo im not Lazy and know how to walk so i shrugged it off though it was going to take 2 hours to get to my appointment thingy... Since the malls on the south end of town and im 5 miles north of town. I wasnt even into town when a white van started honking at me. I continued walking until the van drove out in front of me to stop me. The man said a few things to me and i just put my keys in between my fingers and put it up to show him. He laughed and shook his head and said a few more things. I cant remember what happened after but my old teacher spotted it and picked me up. After that she dropped me off in the middle of town where i was going to meet a few friends.... They didnt show up so i walked down the busiest street in our town figuring i was safe. Big mistake, some one once again stopped beside me and tried to pick me up. I jumped off a ledge to get him and hurt myself. Now this is all i remember, i have a rather bad memory problem so the police wouldnt take a statement... So yah....
Anyways update on my current Situations. Im still sick, but im working. Soon i hope to get to the doctor. Im looking for an appartment due to the fact im currently the only one in my house with an income and theres no way i can take care of six people and take care of their bills while im trying to get my boyfriend a house and trying to change my car insurance... Soo ill be moving soon which may mean i will have no internet. My mother isnt being the best of help. She still refuses to get a job though my step father cant go crabbing or fishing due to an oil spill in SF. He is the only other income in the house. Now i am..... And shes treated me like crap since i got my job. I dont know why, i have no explanation but it worries me. She says i havent done a thing for the house, though ive taken care of her children, managed her business, and given her every cent that i have ever earned. She acts like she hates me now and swears im lazy, though ive looked for a job every day and got two. Im a contracted artist now and work in our local mall at Sears. Im worried and sick, and my depression is clearly getting to me. My job is one of the only things that allows me to excape the reality that soon ill break down. Oh and for those who are wondering. Why did i move back? My father chose the Casinoe and Beer over me... And for those reading this and saying that all i do is complain. Read the header of this journal. This is my life, inside and out. Bad and good. Saddly most the things that i remember are bad, thats not something i have choosen. This is my journal, not yours, please stop saying that i write all this down to make everyone feel bad and i do this because i think its a compition to see whose life is the worst. Its not that, and i have never thought that way so could you please stop saying that i do? Thank you.....
 Ishira Tsubasa · Sun Nov 18, 2007 @ 06:17am · 2 Comments |
