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what the fuck

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what the fuck
05.11.06 12:07 p.m.

I need to find a place to live. Skootchie is rousing from her nap, we're going over to social services today. I know what's gonna happen though. They'll give me vouchers for a motel room for a month (and bill greg for it lol) and a list of apartments from the newspaper.... I don't need money for a place right now, I actually HAVE $$... I need someone willing to rent to me. And THEN I'll need money after 3 mos. I talked to my mom last night about her and I renting a townhouse or something like that, something 2 bedroom with a basement, but she refuses to even apply for anything thinking her credit is so bad. Places will rent to you if you have bad credit, as long as you have a decent job. Like I want to live with her anyway. I feel this is some sort of conspiracy to get Cassidy away from me. My aunt renigging on me staying there, and then her saying I can stay there but I'd have to pay rent this time and with all those conditions, and now my mom renigging on her getting an apt together idea. She'll wait till the day the bank locks us out of the house and then "offer" to take Cassidy at aunt sharon's house and I'll sleep wherever. and wherever I sleep has to have internet/computer or else I'll flunk out of school, and that's where I'm getting the money in the first place. I'll kill myself before quitting school again. this is getting ridiculous


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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WHAT'S MY NAME?!?