Hopeless

I've been trying to be optimistic. I really have. Thought everything would work out, hoped it would, and tried so it would. But, with the way things are lookin' with nine days left, and no hope in hell, I seem to be SOL. I will most likely put EVERYTHING into storage, and hopefully find a job on Grave yard and just catch naps wherever. I don't know. Things aren't looking good for me at all. Everything is falling apart at the seems, and it isn't fair. It's pissing me off, and it isn't good. Dad's gone back to being a prick, Kristy is too wrapped up in her life to give a fuck, and Kaity, well she's the emo bitch. So, I'm fucked over by them. Dad said I could move back home, just need to tal kto Kaity, Try that, and she doesnt have time for me. Non of them do. Well fuck them then. depending on how Christmas goes depends on how I go. Hell, with the way I see things, I'm just gonna tell them to fuck off, leave me alone, because the famil doesn't need me, and it's apparent with how they don't include me. I mean, I wasn't even invited to decorate! WTF!? I've eben invited back every year. And it's not like i'm working at the moment.....*sigh*. I'm so frustrated. Crying too. That isn't good, least for me. It doesn't mean good things. Hell, I don't even want to think about anything but June. That's when things will get better in theory. Otherwise, i'm down right fucked from here on in. *sigh*. Yepp, I'm down, relaly down. Unless so sort of mirical happens, I'm screwed. Royally Screwed.