I hate my life because I always felt that I was at the whims of outside forces and I was barely every in control.
My mom lost our house after my grandmother died because she got extremely depressed, she also started heavily drinking and she kept me out of school. After all that shit I had to live with my brother and it sucked because once my mom was getting good money and her head on straight he stole a majority of it and spent it on his own shit.
So I never had the school supplies I needed for projects. Then he always took me for a lair and believed people in the neighborhood over me always. Then the fucker never kept a decent amount of food in the house I swear I lived on hotpockets for a good 4 years of my life. Then up to a few years ago I dropped out of school because there was too much gang activity at my school and on the bus.
Through those years I always wanted help it was either me getting art supplies so I can start being a freelance artist or go back to school yet. It was either no or my mom didn't have the cash. I tried to get normal jobs yet I fucked up my back a long time ago and now I have serious foot pain that keeps me from standing for a long time. Plus my lack of a diploma pretty much keeps me out of work place as well.
Overall I learned to null bullshit and negative attitudes I believe shit will get better, I hate my current turns in life yet I wouldn't really change it because I met some good people that I can talk to that'll listen for once unlike my family does.
My mom lost our house after my grandmother died because she got extremely depressed, she also started heavily drinking and she kept me out of school. After all that shit I had to live with my brother and it sucked because once my mom was getting good money and her head on straight he stole a majority of it and spent it on his own shit.
So I never had the school supplies I needed for projects. Then he always took me for a lair and believed people in the neighborhood over me always. Then the fucker never kept a decent amount of food in the house I swear I lived on hotpockets for a good 4 years of my life. Then up to a few years ago I dropped out of school because there was too much gang activity at my school and on the bus.
Through those years I always wanted help it was either me getting art supplies so I can start being a freelance artist or go back to school yet. It was either no or my mom didn't have the cash. I tried to get normal jobs yet I fucked up my back a long time ago and now I have serious foot pain that keeps me from standing for a long time. Plus my lack of a diploma pretty much keeps me out of work place as well.
Overall I learned to null bullshit and negative attitudes I believe shit will get better, I hate my current turns in life yet I wouldn't really change it because I met some good people that I can talk to that'll listen for once unlike my family does.