When September Ends

Whoops, I blinked, and a month flew by...

My life's ok, I guess, but I can't get rid of my "baggage..." i.e... my irresponsible and completely useless father. Ok, let me get this out of the way: I'm grateful to him for raising me, for taking care of mum, and for giving me a whole trio of lovable siblings to care for...

But he has turned into a complete wreck. He won't get a job, he won't listen to advice, he won't confront his idiot decisions in the past that led to our current difficulties, and he won't even FACE those decisions. He's a complete coward. And you know what? I'm probably gonna end up just like him, which pisses me off to no end.

At least one thing's different. I'm helping pay to put food on their frickin' table. And a frickin' roof over their heads. Which is more than he's willing to lift a single finger to do. Lazy git.