mood: 
music: "Welcome to my life" by Simple Plan
I haven’t been down to the university in a while and my mother is bugging me about it constantly because she needs some paper for her lawyer. It’s like every time she talks to me: “Honey, when will you get the paper I told you about? I really need it for my lawyer…” Well, if you need it so bad, woman, GO FUCKING GET IT.
And while my mother was out, my sister called me into her room. This is the conversation that followed.
Helen: “This summer we’re moving.”
Me (confused): “I thought we had a two year lease for this place.”
Helen: “Nothing’s written in stone. And the house next to Vicky’s is for rent. (A/N: Vicky is Helen’s best friend.) You could have the basement; it’s got its own separate entrance with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, two bedrooms. When you start working you’ll give us 300$ for your expenses and we can make the rent. Its 850.”
Me (even more confused): “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize I was looking for a job.”
Helen: “Mum’s going to tell you soon. She needs you to start working, because now that you’re 18 dad doesn’t pay alimony for you. So we’re 300$ short. Either you find a job or sign a petition you need the money for your college studies. But she knows you won’t want to fight with dad over it, so she hasn’t asked you yet. You’re gonna have to find a job, anyway.”
Me: “Why would I find a job and give the money to you and mum instead of finding my own place?”
Helen: “Because that would be more expensive.”
Me: “Dad would help me. (A/N: This is partially true. Dad has offered many times to let me move in with him, or my grandmother who lives alone. And trust me, I pick living with my grandmother free of charge to living with mum and Helen for 300$ any day. And if it came to me getting a job, he would definitely help me out. I think.) And if it comes to me getting a job (A/N: this is currently something I don’t want to do) I will leave and you wouldn’t need such a big place. So there you go.”
Helen didn’t exactly like how the conversation played out. What Helen wanted was me agreeing I would get a job and give 300$ to mum each month for rent or whatever, so she could move in next to her friend and have a room that’s even bigger than the one she has now (it’s the biggest bedroom of our place) with its own private bathroom. But I would have to be several kinds of dumb to agree to this. I mean, living with mum and my sister is impossible. I really want to move out, but I want to finish college before getting a job and an apartment. So, if circumstances were to pressure me into getting a job, the silver lining would be I would finally get away from them.
If they’re so desperate for money, they should cut back on their own expenses. I hardly spend anything. Mum only has to pay for my food and stuff. Not clothes or money to get me by daily. I get those from dad. I NEVER ask mum for money. I ask for my favorite chocolate bars and shampoo and stuff. Not money. Fuck, my mum owes me 60$ two weeks now. And I haven’t even asked for it. Because I didn’t need it. That’s how fucking little I spend. But both my mother and my sister smoke. Mum leaves 5$ for Helen every day to buy her cigarettes and stuff to eat. And she always asks for more by the end of the day. Plus she goes out all the time with her friends, so she needs more money for that. And even if she’s going to a friend’s house she takes a cab and not the bus like I do, so she spends even more. Does it seem fair?
I’m not saying any of the things she asks for are unreasonable. I’m just saying you have to adjust to your situation. You don’t have money? Then don’t blow what little you get. 5$ a day for five days a week is 100$ a month. That’s pretty much what I get from dad. If she didn’t smoke, she would have all of that to spend on whatever the hell it is she wants. I mean, I have learnt how to get by on that.
Why can’t friggin’ Princess Helen do it?
P.S. Why would I want to live in a fucking basement??? I'm not count Dracula, for fuck's sake.
