Just another day.. at the bar.

So, it's another one of those days wher I am sitting at a bar, before my scheduled work shift, waiting for the time to pass and wondering, once again, why the fuck is my life so goddamned crappy?

Words fail me at this point, but the emotions are pretty true. I can't for the life me figure out how to translate them to words.

I mean, I should be kinda happy. I made up with the girl I was dating. We are now officially boyfriend/girlfriend. This is to make sure we are exclusive (I guess the reason for her seeing another guy was.. we weren't). Yeah, it's okay, I guess. I'll get over that. But what I can't get over is the home life I endure each and every day. I'm living the Dragon Mom experience with the family I rent a room from. I swear to Christ that one day I will snap and things will most definitely go nuclear in that house. It's this environment that I am forced to live in. Yes, forced. It is not a situation I can readily leave. No money, no credit, no life. It makes for a difficult transition upwards and onwards.

This makes me terribly angry. And I don't know how much longer this anger can remain in check. My priority is finishing school. The next one is getting out of that living situation. I'm beginning to wonder if my priorities are screwed up. I'm beginning to question my judgment.

So, I am sitting at this bar, waiting for my scheduled shift to start, hoping that, one day, I will get out of this alive because, if I don't, no one will.

I've never typed a blog post on my phone before. I think I will keep that to a minimum.