January
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The End & The Beginning...
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01.04.03
I always seem to neglect my records. Currently life is
being driven by work. Free time, is hardly free anymore. At least I'm saving some money to be able to buy a car, although it's taken longer then I thought it would. I haven't decided on what kind of car I want, but since I don't have anywhere near the amount of money that a car will cost, I won't sweat it just yet.
Angie's moving in with us. The house is becoming
crowded, which is usually the first sign that a household will soon dissolve. I can see it coming and I can't do anything about it, except prepare for the worst. I'll have to be so damn thirfty and make sure that I have enough money to afford a place of my own if everyone decides to communially shrug off their responsibilities. I'm worried more then anything, because Angie has always been known for being incredibly irresponsible and that trait seems to have the uncanny ability to rub off on everyone around her. Maybe it's her addictions to drugs and alcohol, or the fact that she drives phone bills through the roof; but she's destroyed a few of my households already. Yet, because we are related, Eric will always take her in under his wing, regardless of the impending doom that undoubtedly spells out for the house in general. The question I ask myself now; Is one person's well being worth sacrificing my sanity and home for? I don't think it is but everyone else is far more generous and selfless then me. In reality though, what else do I have except myself to depend on? Everyone else manages to loose their jobs, ruin their relationships, and waste their money. They can't save for rainy days, it's almost like the don't know how to live life.
Then again, I'm the one that's so unhappy in the
situation. I could just let my inhibitions go and let people do what they want to do, destroy my furniture, spend my money, and ultimately waste my livelyhood. |