God, I hate my family.
I have a job, but apparently that's not good enough for that useless cow I call "Mum". The placew I work has cancelled all it's temps for the past two weeks and it's impossible to find another job at the moment.
The cow drags me up to the Job Center to claim Job Seekers Allowance, of which I would get nothing from. She would get all the money and I'd get fuckall to support myself on.
Now, this morning she went in one of her bitch moods, if I don't have her dig money she'll kick me out of the house.
As it is, I'm on the verge of packing a bag, stealing every single note of money I can find (all there money's in a deposit box under the bed, I know where the key is) and just fuck off. She'll expect me to go live with my Aunt just down the road, but I won't. I'll just find some place to go, a hostel or something and hopefully never see the bastards again.
But, I have my PRMC for the Marines in January and I dont want to fuck that up, they can easily phone up the offices and whitdrawl their consent. I have the travel warant though.
Damn, I fucking hate them.