I don't even know how I could make my life better it just sucks, it has always sucked I am just in a reflective mood right now.
I'm a neet that is stuck doing DIY projects every weekend just to appease my mother and so I don't get kicked out.
The only reason I have to do DIY projects is because my mom decided to buy the worst house in existence with 100 different problems that keep popping up the millisecond we complete one project.
Doesn't help this house was a crack den and right in the middle of a dying city with no fucking jobs anywhere near me, countless homeless and prostitutes pouring in from the two bigger cities that are near my city.
The only reason we are in this fucking dead city is because my mother had a midlife crisis and decided to move to a state far as fuck away with nobody around we know.
She didn't even do a lick of research about this ghetto hood we live in, funniest part of all is that we are right next to a motorcycle gang that always revs their shit until 3 in the morning (useless pigs won't do anything about it because we are in the worst part of the city we get no patrols).
Worst of all I left a good paying job that I had to do very little work at and to move here. To a wasteland of a deserted dying industry squished into a town.
And guess who is going to be stuck with this massive steaming piece of shit property? Me and my piece of shit brother. I really wish I was aborted because what the fuck is my life man.
Really debating making a mosaic of gray matter on the walls one of these days.
I'm a neet that is stuck doing DIY projects every weekend just to appease my mother and so I don't get kicked out.
The only reason I have to do DIY projects is because my mom decided to buy the worst house in existence with 100 different problems that keep popping up the millisecond we complete one project.
Doesn't help this house was a crack den and right in the middle of a dying city with no fucking jobs anywhere near me, countless homeless and prostitutes pouring in from the two bigger cities that are near my city.
The only reason we are in this fucking dead city is because my mother had a midlife crisis and decided to move to a state far as fuck away with nobody around we know.
She didn't even do a lick of research about this ghetto hood we live in, funniest part of all is that we are right next to a motorcycle gang that always revs their shit until 3 in the morning (useless pigs won't do anything about it because we are in the worst part of the city we get no patrols).
Worst of all I left a good paying job that I had to do very little work at and to move here. To a wasteland of a deserted dying industry squished into a town.
And guess who is going to be stuck with this massive steaming piece of shit property? Me and my piece of shit brother. I really wish I was aborted because what the fuck is my life man.
Really debating making a mosaic of gray matter on the walls one of these days.
