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I've been reading some of the threads in here. Some make me glad that my levels of insanity aren't quite there, and I can relate to some, but for the most part, I feel that not everyone has felt the same pain as everyone else.

However much that didn't make sense, this will. My current living situation is me and my mom in her boyfriend's bedroom in Houston, Texas. Why? Because my grandma kicked us out of her house. Why? Because that b***h wouldn't compromise.

Let's back-track to 9th grade. Such a fun time I've had in high school (NOT). During the second semester in Biology, I get a note that says this person wants me dead because of a condition I have. I sport black facial hair on my cheeks and my chin. Anyway, this person said to shave it off, or whoever it was would kill me. OOH. Big freakin' whoop. They even said I was extremely fat, which I'm not. I won't lie and say I'm NOT overweight, because I am.

Anyway, it was around that particular time when my mom lost her steady job of 5 years. They gave her a pen and said, "You're fired."

Pretty ******** up. Well, my mom had about $8,000 saved up, and we lived off of that while she searched for a job. No one wanted to hire an experienced warehouse worker. So, we had to terminate our apartment lease early because we wouldn't be able to afford it anymore. Thus, we moved in with my grandma.

You will learn to hate her.

My mom had told her we needed to move in with her because of financial reasons, and we were NOT there to help with the dogs. (She raises Yorkies.) Well, that was what she was expecting from us. To help with the dogs. Bathing them and all that extra crap. That's not what we signed up for, so there's the beginning of THAT conflict.

I was able to put up with her longer than my mom. Because we had no money, mom was almost always depressed and stayed in her room for days on end, wandering out to eat when my grandma was asleep. This pretty much continued while we stayed there for the two years. Well, you know s**t falls apart when my grandma lost HER job, and decided to live off her credit cards for a whole year. That put her in a nice hell hole of debt. She bought tons of useless container s**t to STORE things. Well, if you're going to store things, DO IT!

Because she never did. Most of the crap she bought was to replace other things she no longer liked. And she had a temper. Things were, "My house, my rules." That translates to, "My way or the high-way."

However, staying with this monster was the ONLY alternative. Unless we wanted to live on the streets. OH JOY. <_< >_>

There were times when I exploded and started yelling at my grandma. Like when I was trying to fold a king-size sheet, and she told me I was doing it wrong because it touched the floor after it had just been washed. I got pissed, yelled, and went to my room. (God bless that lock.)

She had me put these two hideous area rugs in the living room to cover the nasty carpet under it. It's hard to say what color it was, because it was THAT nasty. Anyway, she was telling me I was doing it wrong because they had to match up perfectly, and I wasn't cutting it. Screw her. I promptly got up and left the situation after a heated battle of words.

She'd ask me when I got out of school, and one day, she answered my question of why she was interested to know. "Because I want you out the next day."

Wow. If you hated us so much, why not kick us out now? The main reason behind that was I wouldn't leave in the middle of the school year because my school runs on Tri-mesters. If I had switched out, I would've screwed up my credits hard-core.

Now to present-day. We've moved out by now, and I was supposed to have my own room and everything. WRONG. Mom's boyfriend's brother bought the room behind his back, and now mom and I are staying in his room, while he sleeps on the couch in the front area. His brother is sleeping in "my" room. The temperature is similar to that of a sauna. Not more than 5 minutes after ariving, I stepped in a fire-ant pile, and was viciously attacked. Not to mention I'm like, live bait for mosquitos, and it's been raining for a LONG time, non-stop. It sucks hard.

To top things off, I have two puppies to sell, and I'm feeling sick. Headache and stomachache.

Who cares. It'll probably get better in the morning. (After I wake up around 10-something and have to take the puppies outside to poop and pee. YAY.)

Back to the hair-thing. See, I also haven't had my period in about 3-4 years or so. Hopefully, I can get to Planned Parenthood and get on the Pill. Maybe that'll even me out some, and maybe that hair'll go away. And then, JUST MAYBE, I can start to lose weight like I was supposed to while riding my bike to and from school for 2 years. O_o

Wow, that's long.