Hey everyone, it's Hayley aka halcyonhemmo and this is my first rant on this account.
*cues big long sentimental speech about how I love everybody*
Anyway, I'm a little bit upset. Here's the gist.
I. have. a. fucking. job.
Yes, I know, it's horrible.
Now the thing about working is that I'm one of the only ones in my group of friends that does. My parents literally hounded on me to get one since the day I turned 14. I started up my own business last year about a month before my 15th birthday. That means I heard them fucking complain about it for 11 months before I finally got one. But after I started my little business on Etsy, they complained about how I should get a second job.
Hold up. A second one? I don't even have much of a social life with my first one.
So now, my mom is all happy because she found me another job for the last 2 weeks of summer. And I'm forced to babysit from 7:30 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon. FOR MY LAST 2 FUCKING WEEKS OF SUMMER.
I've literally been trying to make as many plans as I can this week so I can at least live a little more until I get stuck in the hell hole I call zero social life. So if I'm barely on anymore, that is why.
Peace out Girl Scouts, I can't even right now.
- Hayley
