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You know I probably need a whole thread for my rants. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THE DRAMA WILL NEVER STOP. There will be cursing. Trying to keep it 14 like Gaia wants. BUT I GET SO MAD WHEN I CAN'T ESCAPE THE DRAMA.

WHAT HAS MADE ME REALIZE I NEED A WHOLE THREAD? My mother. My psycho ******** mom who I can never get far away enough from. I feel for her this time, I really do. BUT SHE HAS TO HAVE SOME BLAME TO THIS.

My old neighbors were terrible. I hate them. HATE with a passion!! But guess what, you are stuck living next to someone, don't ******** start s**t with them! They start s**t, you do your best to just ignore them and stay out of it. NO, not my mom. She calls me crying. "The lady upstairs won't stop!" Well guess what, I know more to the story. I know she's crazy. But I also know they got in a screaming match and my moms solution was to threaten her with a baseball bat in front of her kids. If Mike hadn't been there to forcefully remove it from her, she would be in jail for assault with a deadly weapon. I don't know how it all started, but it never should have! She tells me the woman upstairs held another neighbors child HOSTAGE. The cops come out, DO NOTHING. They tell the neighbor, yeah, keep your kid away from her, she's on meth. NO JAIL, NO TICKET. Apparently holding children hostage is no longer a crime. And the cops KNOW she is on meth and left her two small children there?? NO. My mom tells me she leaves them home every night now to go have sex with some guy down the street. Her oldest kid can't be much older than 10 if that. THAT IS ILLEGAL. So I moved 18 ******** hours away, and somehow I have to know every detail of this drama. I can't do anything to get away from her drama!!! EVERYONE IS WRONG IN THIS SITUATION. My mom is wrong, the meth head is wrong, the cops are even more wrong. Nobody even bothers to think of the ******** kids. Now me, 18 hours away, has to call child services myself tomorrow. Don't even know how to spell the chicks ******** name. My mom trying to get me to find dirt on her online. WHY? Everyone knows she is a piece of s**t, why do I need to look up more?? What will it prove? I have told my mom for YEARS ******** YEARS MOVE!!! MOVE OUT! But no, she just keeps on living in trash. Then she lied to me just to get me to be closer to her. "Oh, the apts are great now, no drama, it's fine" YEAH THANKS. I went through HELL living there, and guess what? Less than a year went by and I left! Simple as that, packed my s**t and left! My mom is on housing, she can move at any time, and just stays there! I tell her move, don't talk to your neighbors. Nope. CAUSE SHE LOVES IT. What would life be like with nobody to fight with??? I MOVED AWAY SO STOP BRINGING ME INTO YOUR DRAMA YOU STUPID b***h. Why am I the one who has to call child services? Someone there can't do it? Yeah, because all they care about is fighting, not the kids she is abusing. I wish I could cut her off for good. But I can't because I have this stupid instinct that makes me love her no matter how bad she treats me. 26 years of her being a shitty a** parent and all I can do is sit here and be pulled into her drama. She can't abuse me physically any more but look at my emotional state. She is making me ******** insane!!!!

Because my mom doesn't do anything besides smoke pot and watch t.v., you're right.. she has nothing to talk about except the drama. I'd rather she just told me about an episode of Criminal Minds or something. xD It's always drama with her. And she causes drama. I never understood how she doesn't realize it's her. She picks bad friends, and then the ones who are good she starts s**t with when she gets bored. When you fight with literally everyone you know, how do you not realize you've got to be at least partly to blame? Some of our family even cut her off. I just don't get her. I know she has been through a lot, but she put herself in most of those situations. And the ones she couldn't help, she just has to get over it. She dwells on the past so much. The fact she got me back into those apts was bullshit. She could have asked me to move closer, maybe even that same town. But not that street. That street is like notorious. You say "Shari Drive" and people think drugs and crime. It's an entire street of Section 8. Like a little ghetto in a somewhat nice town. I really should have known better.

I like Criminal Minds too, haha.

That's exactly how it is. Soon as she calls I wonder what she's mad about this time.

I don't meditate, but I have looked into how to do it. I really should. My old cure was smoking pot but I don't do that anymore. Thankfully I don't hear as much drama as I used to now that I'm here. My thing is writing letters and saying exactly what I want to. But I haven't done that since we were back in MO. Ranting on here really did help though.

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My boots are gone. I guess I'm too sad about it to actually rant. I move so much, and I swear every freaking time I do something else goes missing. I'm so angry at myself for letting them out of my sight. They should have went straight in my suitcase and here to under the bed. But no. I have no idea even what state they are in. For all I know they could be in Alabama, Colorado, or Missouri. They were my most favorite item of clothing in the world and now they are gone. I bought them in Scotland. I will never get them back. Someone must have stolen them. Of all the thing why my boots. I wear them from fall all the way to summer when it's too hot. Skinny jeans, dresses, doesn't matter, wear my boots. I love them like they aren't even an inanimate object and now they are gone.

It just seems like I'm never allowed to be happy. Every time things start going good, problems just happen. I thought I could handle not smoking weed. But now it's like all I can think about almost. People won't stop talking about it all the time at work. But of course even if they would sell me some, which they won't, I have no way to do it anymore. I'm scared because of how illegal it is here, and Pete's mom acts like marijuana is a hard core drug like meth or something. Definitely couldn't have it in her house, couldn't be high around her.

The neighbors never stop stomping around. We've talked with them at least 4 times about it and it's obvious they don't even care.

Me and Pete went from having sex 3-5 times a week to once every 2-3 weeks. We are so tired at night when his mom is at work. We always did it in the morning and well, that will never happen again. We have no time to be alone anymore except when we are dog tired.

I seriously am starting to regret telling his mom we would stay here. Now if we decided to leave she would be heartbroken.

She kind of drives me nuts sometimes. She clears her throat a lot. It's weird because it's getting worse. She just sits there and clears her throat over and over. I end up having to close our bedroom door. She's never smoked a day in her life. I don't get it. I had a nightmare about it last night, that's how annoying it is.

My work is like falling apart. Used to there were 4 good employees. Me, Sean, Eli, and Joe. Well Joe only can work 3 days a week cause he's in college. Sean just quit. Eli got promoted and ever since he thinks he owns the place or something because he doesn't do s**t. He spends 90% of his time at work in the bathroom or on his cell phone. He doesn't do his shift change anymore. Just walks out. So now we're left with just me and Joe. Everyone breaks the rules blatantly. They sit all day on their phones. Even in front of customers. Camella is pregnant and now she's finding every excuse in the world to not come to work. Scheduling appointments in the middle of her shifts instead of on her days off. Last week "her apartment flooded" so she couldn't come to work. Next week I have to work 9 1/2 hours cause she has an appointment. Today she called me and woke me up, asking if I could come in an hour early. I asked why. She said her babysitter couldn't watch her son past 4pm so she needed me to come in at 1pm. I asked, "So why do you have to leave at 1 if you need to watch your son at 4?" Like it's gonna take her 3 hours to get home. She knew it was bs cause she said, "I'll just call Peyton and ask her to come in". Yesterday when I got there, she was working. As soon as I had my stuff put up she went to the back and sat down and put her head on the desk. She layed there for an hour and then left without doing shift change. Everyone kept saying, as soon as Stephanie gets back, things will change. Steph is the manager who was out on maternity leave. Well she's back, and guess what? Nothing has changed. Everyone acts like working this job is punishment or something. They make every excuse not to come in, and when they do come in, they don't do s**t. And then make fun of me or say I have OCD because I clean. No, if there are no customers, I need to keep working, right? I'm getting paid for this, right? So cleaning is what I need to do. Like, uhm, we have a fking list of things we are supposed to clean each day? Take a look at this list. You see, AS, AS, AS, AS, all over it. Why? Because I do 99% of it. The assistant manager sometimes does things on the list. NOBODY ELSE DOES. IT IS PART OF OUR JOB. I am tired of it.

It's like I can't be happy. Like I'm not allowed.

Has she been to the doctor about it? Things like this are possible warning signs for cancer. Unlikely still, but possible.

Yay, more fking problems!!

So I have this friend Chris. We have a complicated relationship. Though he probably doesn't know that. We usually close together at Smoothie King, like almost every single night. Chris is a hard worker. But he also did a lot of s**t that annoyed me. Like when we fill up juice bottles, he would never do it over the sink. Even when I explained how much more sense that makes. Insead he would do it over the counter and let it spill everywhere. Everywhere he went a mess followed. When he did powders there would be powder everywhere. Like he was trying, and not slacking, he just wasn't good at what he was doing and didn't use his brain. He also liked to steal. Like everyday. He would take gummy bears, beef jerky, and give smoothies to his friends. He had the idea that the mop would pick up all the dirt on the floor, and we caught him a few times mopping without sweeping. So he did a lot of irritating s**t, but compared to how lazy everyone else was, he was great in comparison. I liked closing with him despite his flaws. Sometimes he would say, "Nice a**" when I bent over. It bugged me, but I just kind of ignored it. Well the other day he smacked my a** with a lid. It shocked me so much I didn't say anything. Well I can't remember if it was the next day or what, but we came in and after only 20 minutes he was smoking a cigarette which kinda irritated me. He had already gotten me grumpy that day cause when I came in complaining about something he was doing his therapist s**t again. "You can't look at it that way, bla bla bla." He is the biggest complainer at my work but anytime you try and complain he goes Dr.Phil on you. While he was outside the new guy said how they wanted to fire Chris and how 2 girls quit because of him sexually harassing them. I was mad at him so I spilled about him slapping my butt.

Today I get a call asking me to come in to work cause my friend Joe was sick. I tell him I'm sick too. He says there is nobody to cover him cause Chris got fired. So I texted Chris and asked what happened. He says they fired him over customer complaints and stealing. He says my name was brought up. I told him I didn't say anything. Then he says the manager said he makes me uncomfortable. I told him I didn't say that. A while later he flat out asks me if I told on him for smacking my butt. So I came clean. I told him I had told the new guy about it. So he texts me back blaming me for him getting fired and tells me to take him off FB and delete his number. I tried to explain he would have gotten fired anyway for all the other s**t, but he didn't seem to care. I finally just told him if he needs someone to blame, go ahead and blame me. So I'm the bad guy here for voicing what he did to me. :/

I am so fed up with people. I'm sick and for 4 hours it was back and forth s**t with me and him.