“at least I know I’ll never
sleep at night,
I’ll always lie awake
until the mo(u)rning light.
this is something that I’ll never control.
my nerves will be the death of me,
City and Colour
I’m so perturbed today..
Just got an email about a 103 dollar ATM withdraw from my bank account and I haven’t been to the bank.
Which bank was it withdrawn from? A citizen’s bank- I’m wells fargo..
Where is this bank? Down the street from my parents’ house. Yes, my mother withdrew money from my account.
Why you may ask? Well, it’s quite simple: she decided she wanted the money she gave to me back..
She wanted it BACK.
I’m sorry, but excuse me? Once you give a person something, it’s theirs. The general ‘no-takesies-backsies’ rule applies. Oh, I’m sorry- are you in a financial rough spot? Where exactly does that put me, a 20 hour a week (if I’m lucky), 7.50 an hour college student, who pays their own bills? I suppose she really must have been in great need if she would do such a thing as revoke a gift to her child! I mean, what mother could do that, being fully aware of her offspring’s financial status? My mother.
She’s the selfish type, I assure you. Also I’m the middle child if that doesn’t just paint the prettiest picture you ever did see, I don’t know how to go on with this rant..
Maybe it was that shiny, new computer she just bought for my ungrateful sister. My no-job-having, no-chore-doing, disrespectful, bitch of a sister. Oh, she definitely earned that, while I have to pay for everything for myself, however pragmatic, or actually even earn it. I’m completely okay with earning things- it would be douchey not to be okay with that.
Time to rant about something less legitimate of an issue.
My bedroom walls!
I haven’t made any progress since my post yesterday, though I did put some effort forth. I have 3 walls to address. 1. above my bed (which I have started), 2. above my desk (biggest blank space in existence), and 3. above my dinky dresser (there’s also a door on that wall which doesn’t open so it’s awkward and somewhat difficult to imagine anything for over it).
At the moment, I’m concentrating on the largest wall.. I have post-it’s of quotes I admire just over my desk and I think I might do a branch off that into some quote/ post-it frenzie picture thing..
I truly have no idea what I’m doing.
At any rate, all this blankness is keeping me up at night. It genuinely is. I prefer clutter. This expanse of whiteness freaks me out and messes with my spatial awareness, or rather, how I feel about the space that I notice around me. It’s a formidable foe indeed..