Sister just gave me a 'talking to' about me possibly not being able to afford rent next month because I 'spent all my money on crap'. I honestly can't believe her sometimes. The only reason I'm even slightly worried about money at the minute is because her and Dad have been demanding money off me for no other reason than that they can. Guilt-tripping me into handing over money that I don't have and then telling me off for spending the money that I did have before that just isn't on. I wouldn't have spent it (despite, you know, needing things for medical reasons) if I'd known I'd end up giving the rest away...
I'm such a fucking pushover sometimes. But they always manage to make me feel as if I'm the wrong somehow when I say 'no'; as if I'm some horrible ungrateful bitch. I don't get how that works. I really fucking don't.
I feel like moving to another country just to escape my family sometimes. Spain, maybe. I don't know if they have medicinal marijuana laws, but I do know that it's legal to grow my own there nonetheless. No family + working painkillers? Sounds like heaven. Now I just need to learn some Spanish and find Rambo a job over there.
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