My mother finally divorced, she's in the final stretch of cutting things off and leaving the jackass with his own mess to clean up. He deserves it.
We've moved to Jacksonville, NC. Initially I was staying with my aunt and cousins, but they proved to be extremely inhospitable, obnoxious, uncaring, demanding, slave-driving... fuck them. Fuck them for treating me and my mother like hobo slaves who barged in, after we came to an agreement with them that we were going to live there, 3 months in advance.
Their house was absolutely filthy, I was having coughing fits, there was animal shit and piss all over the floor, the bathroom smelled like a backalley public stall...
I couldn't sleep, I couldn't relax, I was screamed at for not doing chores DESPITE THAT BEING MY COUSINS' FUCKING JOBS.
Then the younger little hellion tried to pull shit on me and WAAAAH WAAAH GOING BACK TO DAD, go ahead, split up, I don't care, that's your problem for acting like someone fresh out of a fucking juvenile detention center in central New York.
I was stuck hotel-jumping for a while until my mom's work-friend offered a place to stay so we wouldn't be spending money on hotels. That went on for about a month until Mom saved up enough to rent a new place.
So now I have my own place. I've filed for Supplemental Security Income for General Anxiety Disorder. Really hoping that goes through, or at least that they get back to me at all.
It's still not quiet here. The military's blowing shells every other day until 11:59pm. That's right, midnight. They do fly-by's every hour, too. It's insane, and I'm a mile away from the blast site.
The plan now is to get SSI and gradually move further away from Jacksonville, probably to Charlotte, Raleigh, or somewhere in the Mountains.
Am I gonna be making more art? I dunno. I'm still extremely frustrated, anxious, and depressed. Life won't stop beating me down. I need time.
I always need time. Just wait.
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