I recently moved to Texas to live with grandparents. Though maybe I should back up, seeing as it's been a year since I last logged in.
I moved in with Taylor's family after my sister's death, but then their family started to fall apart. Her parent's seperated and we (meaning Tay, her mom, her brother and me) moved into an apartment. The apartment was too small and crowded for four people, and so I moved in with my boyfriend and his family; which was a mistake.
He was a drug dealer, not hardcore drugs but a drug dealer none the less, and so we can see what the dumbass I am chose to do in my spare time. Not that it didn't make me happy. Hell I loved it and he never pressured me to do it, I chose it.
But good jobs drug test. Good jobs need proof that you're going to be a good employee. I couldn't get a good job.
Around Feb. we broke up and I moved back with my parents, though really I only stored my shit at their house and took showers there while staying at Tay's place.
I got two jobs to pay off my parents cuz me and Tay were in a car accident that totaled my car and fucked us up.
Then my Papa got sick and I came to Texas for a few weeks for his heart surgery and decided that I liked it down here more. Taylor had moved to Kansas during my trip here and I need to keep away from the drugs I have easy access to in Ohio. That and my lack of willpower make it hard to stop.
So I'm without access to drugs and in a stable home and looking for a career job here.
wish me luck
samantha