Tell me why (l.p) [discontinued]

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I don't struggle with money. If that's what your assuming because I had a terrible childhood. I'm actually well off, thanks to my aunt an uncle who own a car dealer ship. They were always there when I was younger when my parents would leave me home to go out when I was around 8. I learned to take care of myself when I was young. Too young.

They were proud when I graduated, and they were there, unlike my shit parents.

When I told my parents I was going to LA they tried to protest and accuse me of not being great full for 'What I have' I couldn't believe them. So I called my aunt and uncle and told them. They were so supportive of my decision and I will always be great full to know I have them. They told me they would send me money each month when I got here. And that they did and still do.

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I walked around Hollywood probably with a bitchy face on but that's how I always look. I pulled my denim shorts up as I walked into the small apartment I hate. It was all I could afford when I first got here but now I think I can afford a much nicer one and I plan on getting one very soon.

I looked around at the boxes I began packing.
"I can't wait to get out of this shit hole" I mumbled to myself. The only room I haven't packed is my bathroom. I don't know why but I tend to always do it last. I get on my own nerves (me me me)

Rolling my eyes at myself, I pulled my phone out and called the number of the apartment I want to inform them that I want to buy one.

After what seemed like a whole century the call ended and the lady over the phone told me I could move in whenever. And I assured her I would be in before night fall tonight.

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The last box was finally set down in my large living room. I sighed and sat in the middle of the empty floor. I glanced at the balcony I now have and the corners of my mouth perked into a small smile. It soon fell when I realized I still had to unpack.

I stood up wobbling a little bit and walked across the dark hard wood floor to the boxes. The sound of my shoes hitting the floored echoed though the apartment.
"I need furniture" I mumbled as I took the first box of the pile and walked it to my bedroom.
This is going to take a very long time.

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