The hellhole

Money is the root to all problems. it brings out the evil in people, tears family apart and allows you to see the true faces of people around you.

Before they look at me and say that i'm a rich selfish bitch, who's lazy and can't be bothered enough to go get a job... they ought to look at themselves.
(i don't know how a student without a stable job can be rich, makes you wonder what is stored in their brain)

If i am selfish, self-centered, self-absorbed... i would have long ago stopped helping and giving. i would have placed myself and my plans before everyone and everything else. i would have refused to help and leave them to seek alternatives on their own.
it's never enough, nothing i do is ever enough.

The thought of having to come home, return to this place full of shit is so unbearable. no one should be having such feelings towards returning home. each time i'm nearing the doorsteps, i keep wondering if i should just ask a friend out and get away from this nasty place.

It has become so unbearable these days, the thought of wanting to move out on my own is once again at it's peak.