So once again, the instant I come up with a completely reasonable way to get out of MO and to some place with an actual photo market and a potential future for me, my parents feel it necessary to shoot it down, piss on the ashes, and tell me that I have “some nerve” for suggesting such a thing.
I think I’m learning something here…
1. I can’t stay here (staying here I might as well shoot myself in the fucking head)
2. I can’t leave (I can’t afford to leave, people won’t let me leave)
3. I am not allowed to decide what is best for me. Not now, not ever.
4. I have no options.
Fucking shit I swear I might just buy a fucking plane ticket to NYC or Chicago, leave without telling my parents, and hope they don’t fucking disown me. I get the feeling that it’ll come to something like that.
Oh yeah, and I put in my notice at the factory. Granted, I still have another full week of hell after tomorrow, but oh fucking well. At least I’ll get a paycheck, pathetic though it will certainly be.
