Don't live with someone who doesn't share your lifestyle.
Before I left my dad's, I was working full time, waking up early, and building a website. Granted I was burning kratom too much and was quickly developing a reputation as the village idiot for the crazy antics ID get up to; Alone of course because everyone else my age is an idiot.
Cognitive dissonance is funny.
Anyways I live with a bum who happens to make alot of money. He does this despite a toxic lifestyle and a raging temper and an amazing ability to never speak positively to anyone that actually matters in his life.
So I have not touched a barbell in two weeks. I eat shitty carbs all day. I just pmod because i cant stand having SO MUCH FUCKING WASTED ENERGY. Four months living here and Im about ready to say fucj it to this job and go back to my sparsely furnished room, live with Daddy again and try to bank money in restaraunts u til I can open my own businesses.
I hate my fucking life right now more than I did when I was in motherfucking jail.
Also he just yelled at me because I was staring at a wall, meanwhile he fucking slept all day and watched sports.
I'd say something but then he'd start an argument and I'd just leave and fuck up my opportunity in corporate hell.
Yay.
Before I left my dad's, I was working full time, waking up early, and building a website. Granted I was burning kratom too much and was quickly developing a reputation as the village idiot for the crazy antics ID get up to; Alone of course because everyone else my age is an idiot.
Cognitive dissonance is funny.
Anyways I live with a bum who happens to make alot of money. He does this despite a toxic lifestyle and a raging temper and an amazing ability to never speak positively to anyone that actually matters in his life.
So I have not touched a barbell in two weeks. I eat shitty carbs all day. I just pmod because i cant stand having SO MUCH FUCKING WASTED ENERGY. Four months living here and Im about ready to say fucj it to this job and go back to my sparsely furnished room, live with Daddy again and try to bank money in restaraunts u til I can open my own businesses.
I hate my fucking life right now more than I did when I was in motherfucking jail.
Also he just yelled at me because I was staring at a wall, meanwhile he fucking slept all day and watched sports.
I'd say something but then he'd start an argument and I'd just leave and fuck up my opportunity in corporate hell.
Yay.