but why are you so cute
Truly breathtaking. NYC-based artist Valerie Hegarty’s artwork often poses as artifacts of art history gone awry.
I need to be comforted. I’m tired of being an adult and having to face my own problems, and deal with asshole bosses myself. I want my grandma here so she could tell me everything is okay and then she could call my boss and yell at him for being absolutely awful towards me. I don’t want to be mature. I want to be a child again who is protected and carefree. I hate this.
Let me just say that yesterday was one of the best days I’ve had in a while. A series of fortunate events took place that left me feeling calm, relaxed, and happy.
First off, I had an interview in the morning over the phone with a marketing agency, located in New Jersey, over the pone. Pretty much, the job is a National Marketing Representative. I do marketing and promotions for whatever artists the agency is working with. Basically what I did this entire summer with ‘Stache Media. And yeah, I did a wonderful job at ‘Stache (got two shout-outs while I worked with them, which is a big deal since they don’t do it often). Now I’ll be getting paid to do it! Luckily, it is very flexible, but requires a lot of planning and being social. I find it pretty easy to approach strangers, so I don’t think that’s a problem. I can keep my job at Sam Ash, make commission there, and still make some money on the side with The Syndicate. AWESOME!
Second, I’ve found someone to live with in May. Looking for a house and two more roommates. It’s going to be awesome.
Third, I got my scholarship finally. No more worrying about bills!
Finally, I went shopping and got some cute things for myself since I think I deserved it today.
What a relief from a stressful, terrifying life. This makes me feel so much better.
It’s days like this where I miss my old life the most. There was no worrying about money, bills, where I’m going to live, what I’m going to do with my life, etc. I always knew that if I, for some reason, could not support myself, my grandparents would take care of me. They would get me out of any tough situation I got myself into. Sure, this is what growing up is all about! Taking care of yourself, being responsible, being careful with your money, providing food and shelter for yourself (and your adorable cat). It’s what you do when you’re a real grown up. But there is always some sort of preparation. I wasn’t prepared for this. This is not the life I thought I would be living two years ago. God, it’s only been two years since my life took a turn for the worst. It feels like it’s been ages. Two years ago, my family found out my grandpa had cancer. The rock of our family was leaving us. I should have started planning then. But, no. I thought grandma would be around. I wish she was here. I’ve tried to not be so sad thinking about how much I miss them. But that’s impossible. I think about them every single day. It’s gotten easier to not cry about them all the time. Still, my heart aches and my head is pounding just thinking of how unfair this situation is. Is this really my life? Is this really how things are going to be forever? I’m on my own. Kicked out of the nest way too fast, involuntarily. Feeling especially defeated today. Just let me drown in self-pity today, please. For a little while, let me feel sorry for myself because this is not fair. Not cool.
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