We’re been on this crazy wonderful vacation for a while now. It’s been a hot minute since I wrote last. I wanted to remember the moments before I got my trust fund back. The desperately trying to stay afloat while looking for a job and maxing out ten credit cards because I wasn’t used to the lack of exponential funds. Having my phone shut off and being harassed by stores asking where their payments were… it was more than any normal eighteen year old could possibly handle.
My job searches failed miserably. I was underqualifited for everything. Shocker here… even the strip club turned me down. Yeah I know what you are thinking, she put in a job application to a strop club?! Yes, I want to make honest money unlike my father. However, what I thought was the big break turned out to be the universe’s rolling on the floor laughing at me moment. The so-called job turned out to be a scam that turned took all my money from me. Every last penny. I couldn’t even take a cab when Sebastian proposed his business plan to me. It felt like everything was crumbling and I was drowning.
What I’m trying to say, is never give up hope. Honestly, I’m not the most religious person in the world, believe it or not, I prayed to God and my mother that I would get a sign that I was going in the right direction before my lawyer found me. Hold on to hope!
Anyways, I should probably head to sleep since well we head home tomorrow. Although Ashton is snoring and well girl could wake up anything with that snoring. I know I’m not usually this f*ing sentimental but I woke up feeling this way and thought f* it, add this shit to the diary. This an important moment to look back on when my head gets too big.