FML.

Brantley and Jake are really all that I have going in my life.

Yeah, today is one of those days.

I feel like I can't go anywhere, I can't do anything, I can't get anything done, unless it's inside of this house. I don't want to go anywhere that I need to go, because I have no AC in my car and Brantley will melt and that is not something I want to happen. I don't want him to ever be uncomfortable, especially if I can help it.  BUT I can't get a new car because I can't sell the piece of shit I have now because it's in my mom's name and she won't switch it over to my name because she knows I'll try to sell it (for whatever it's worth) and she supposedly promised the guy we BOUGHT it from that she would give it back to him because he "fixed" it after I wrecked it. Which she still holds against me, apparently. It pisses me off, because she expects Jake to get rid of both of his vehicles so I can get a new one. What the actual fuck? I guess paying around 800 dollars in bills every month (INCLUDING MY bills!) and keeping a roof over our heads isn't enough for her. Buying all my meds and anything else I need, nah, that's not enough either. She's mad because we had sex and got pregnant and had a baby out of wedlock. She'll never get over it and never forgive me no matter how much she loves Brantley. She'll never be proud of me again and I'll never have done anything in the right order like my brother did. He's done everything right so far.

Fuck my life.