This is the chapter where I complain. Fuck you, these are my CHAPTERS! Anyway, fuck curfews. According to my parents I shouldn't be on this computer because I should be sleeping. I'm only allowed on the computer at 8 A.M. until 11 P.M. Well, fuck that. I tried to go back to sleep and failed so now I'm up. Sorry, PARENTS.
God, I hate living at home. There are so many rules that a 24-year-old should never have. Oh, right, sorry, I'm sick. Right, forgot. Well, who said it was your life anyway? Oh, right, sorry, you live here too. Well, I'm sorry, I'm not here by choice I'm here because of circumstances. Stop telling me it's by choice. You think I enjoy living here and remaining unemployed? NO! You think I'm not trying? Seriously? Fuck you. No, I don't actually mean that. I just wrote it so you would shut the fuck up. Oh, I'm sorry. Apparently I have a swearing problem and can't control my emotions. Well, you know what? IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
Seriously, living at home sucks. Yes, I'm not doing much to fix my situation but the point is, I AM TRYING. Maybe my parents don't see proof but I don't need to prove anything to anyone but myself. And to me, I'm improving. Between you and me reader, I was never sick in the first place. But let's keep that between us, O.K.?
Cool. You're a good friend.
With writes,
-Andy Ruffett
God, I hate living at home. There are so many rules that a 24-year-old should never have. Oh, right, sorry, I'm sick. Right, forgot. Well, who said it was your life anyway? Oh, right, sorry, you live here too. Well, I'm sorry, I'm not here by choice I'm here because of circumstances. Stop telling me it's by choice. You think I enjoy living here and remaining unemployed? NO! You think I'm not trying? Seriously? Fuck you. No, I don't actually mean that. I just wrote it so you would shut the fuck up. Oh, I'm sorry. Apparently I have a swearing problem and can't control my emotions. Well, you know what? IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
Seriously, living at home sucks. Yes, I'm not doing much to fix my situation but the point is, I AM TRYING. Maybe my parents don't see proof but I don't need to prove anything to anyone but myself. And to me, I'm improving. Between you and me reader, I was never sick in the first place. But let's keep that between us, O.K.?
Cool. You're a good friend.
With writes,
-Andy Ruffett
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