*Vent ahead*
On September 28th, Jay-Z is performing in New York City. My parents are going. We went to New York City the weekend of August 27th. I have a 9 months old baby brother, who needs to be reguraly changed and fed over the 5+ hour drive. But that’s beside the point. The point is, I am going to have to miss 2 days worth of important classes (College Chem, AP US History, and College Pre-Calculus among others) to take care of my brother while my parents are out probably getting drunk or something. I will have to somehow feed him, give him a bath, and put him to sleep in a house filled with loud TVs and phones because my stepdad’s parents are deaf (and refuse to wear hearing aids) and they do not respect the fact that the baby needs to be quiet. Oh, and I have to attend to the birthday party of a one year old that I’ve never met. Fucking great. They better give me something for that, my awesome grandma could have just came over to my house for the weekend.
*Vent finish*
“Oh yes. The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.”
(via buffstuffyukki)
