I'll make this sound the least bit childish I possibly can but please read this. Story information at the bottom.

Is my life cursed or what? Remember my journal about my moving back and my REASONS for moving back here? Well, they practically flew out the window recently and things have completely turned around.

My reasons for coming back included:
stopping my dad from spending more money he didn't have
getting more sleep
not having to leave as soon as i woke in order to take justin to school in time for his classes

Now . . . Justin is moving in over here.
Isn't this fucked up?
His classes are still at eight . . . but it is a thirty minute drive rather than the five minutes it would take before to sit in traffic just to drive down the road.

Apparently he got a tattoo (big deal, right? pfft. he's 21 and its his body, who cares?) apparently my dad cares. He flipped his lid today when justin just mentioned it to him and started talking about 'his house and his rules' much like when my dog was staring at him that one time. Did I write about that as well?

Either way, Justin now hates him and I can agree with him a bit on that part. After all, my father is also rather immature but justin is too. Why not stay there and wait for him to cool off or just come over here temporarily until he cooled off? No, he is going to move back.

I'm doomed to hell and to never recieve sleep.
Here's why.

Mema doesn't get home until 11:30PM because she works the evening shift. So I have to wait for her to get home.

Because I cannot fall asleep immediately afterwards, I don't end up getting in bed until midnight. If I fall asleep immediately after she gets here she will fuss.

I've been getting up at 7:30 in the morning and leaving for school at either 8:30 or nine, which gives me plenty of time to make my ten o'clock class.

Tomorrow, I will have to wake at fucking six or six thirty in order to be ready to leave by seven or seven fifteen so he can make HIS eight o'clock class! Why does he insist on doing this to me? I didn't even move out when dad yelled at me. Sure, I spent the weekend away to give him time to calm down but I came back. My reasons for moving were entirely different.

Not to mention I only recieved four hours of sleep last night. My cousin slept in the shed (they put electricity out there for his recording studio) and I TOLD him not to come to the door wanting in . . . but he came to the door and knocked at five thirty this morning . . . and I couldn't get back to sleep afterwards.

I'm frustrated, exhausted, and I have a psychology test tomorrow . . . I'm going to fail. There is absolutely no way I am going to pass it. The only way I can is if he makes it an open book test or allows us partners, but he won't do both. It is either one or the other, if either of them at all.

So my life is slowly becoming a living hell.
Is there anywhere for me?

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My stories . . . I'm sorry I am not posting as I should. I apologize for not posting the next chp. of "a new guardian" despite it being finished. I'm going to apologize ahead of time for not doing it tomorrow or the next day . . . and maybe the day after that.

So far, every one of you are my family. My readers are my life so thanks for reading and commenting. I love you all.

Wish me luck, would you? I'm not going to let my brother drive my car in the morning . . . so I'm going to be driving towards school EARLY. Maybe I won't wreck from exhaustion.

Wish me luck in school. I'm going to need it. I'm so stressed out that everyone is getting pissy with me because I can't seem to hold my temper lately . . . but I can't help it. The words just come out.

God . . .
What am I going to do?