Night thoughts/ramble

I am ready to move. Believe me though ALOT of memories are associated with this place. This house /apt has been over half of my life. The memories I could write all night about them though I may write a few. Well when we first moved in an old guy owned it named m but eventually he left and sold it to my our last landlord aka slumlord gk.

Oh man I had more bad memories than good. Some things I can't mention. But i moved in here with my family expecting to split the bills. Not expecting them to become using manipulative and dependant on me. BUT THEY DID. I was about to quit my job it was physically killing me. Dad goes "NO you can't quit you don't work were sunk". Whadyya mean "we"? You still drew disability. I shouldve done what was Best for me it was my job my body n my life NOT YOURS. mom quit Walmart because of her back but still partied it up here. That's when it came to mostly riding on me. My vehicles my money. You don't know the hell I went through physically and harrassment emotionally I was a fking mess thought of suicide often. As long as I kept bringing home the bacon (money) they didn't give af.

Wtf I didn't work to keep your ass up all he n she did was party on pain pills n watch vids all day.

Then the fights began. With us. On top of bad neighbors keeping me up all night like it was a basketball court above us. Rude Mexicans and meth heads.

The Leaks it dripped in my room from their bathtub . landlord was like huh really ya don't say? It ruined the ceiling door frame carpet. Grew mushrooms. Gross just fkn gross. He got $90000 out of this dump he let it go neglecting it trying to self fix the problems fking it up more than fixing it. So our health is fkd up because of mold n lead.

Also bad entitys attacked me. Oh gosh I'll never forget but that's all I'll say.

Ok the good memories were video games and birthdays.

I had alot more bad one's. Every relationship I tried to get into I was never good enough. So fml.

Dad physically assaulted me 3 times here plus injured me.

But this is a new start hopefully. If dad don't fk it up. Dad's Addiction is still there. He won't get help apparently the plan changed. Idk man I just want a better life is that alot to ask. I'm tired fighting with them. I wish I could write more but id be here all night. Dad ruined me financially so how do I recover my entire savings is gone. Oh well give it back I heard 10000 times from mom n dad. Nope. Its hard because they're mentally unstable too. I had Guinea pigs here. The 2 lived about 8 year's. I miss em they were sweet. I am irked a Mennonite neighbor the entire time being here never invited us to do anything with them. Sure they're good people but they Never tried to get to know us. Nobody did but druggies. They used mom n dad. Mom n dad used them. Mom n dad used me too. I wish we hadn't moved in together dad's been a monster many years here. He almost overdosed multiple times. Once was in a coma 3 days. This place has been hell. Probably on the portal to hell. I once thought so . Not now. His Addiction won't make anything any better Until he seeks help. I'm a sad angry mess. I've met so many bad mean people here.

My good memories are few. Got a new car then lost it later. A guy kept me from going to a fair with his daughter 😠. Sour a hole. I hope he's gets his happiness sucked away. Sigh whatever.

Here's to better memories. I hope.

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