Everything's just about ready--the new room's built, dad's back in Texas, mom's studying, Steph's almost done at Quimby, and Luna's outside taking a shit.
(Note: It's been a long time since I've written one of these. Get off my dick.)
Oh yes, everything's about ready for things to either get better, get worse, or get worse before they get better. Whatever may be the case, winter is coming for the house of Dang.
My dad is a chicken farmer, my volatile mother is headed kamikaze for a half-baked career path to being a nail technician, and my sister is going to live with the two of them in a shit shack in the white washed ass crack of mother fucking Texas. And after all the fanfare and pomp and circumstance that comes with graduation, I'm going to be left as a tenant in my parents' house to starting chipping away at the family debt. And yet, no matter how much I think I do to make everyone happy, why is no one ever happy enough? The snide comments about my schooling, my career path, my weight... well, it sucks. It really fucking sucks.
I'm backed into a corner, I'm angry, I'm scared and I don't know what to do.
