Psychedalienation
Bluelighter
I won't go too much into detail about my past.
I'm 18 years old. I live in California, USA, in a small suburban town that's full of grocery stores/gas stations.
I have destroyed alot of what was given to me. I have been a heavy daily drinker on and off for the past year and a half and have practically broken all relationships with my family.
My current situation is that I live in the garage of my house, sleeping on a little pile of sleeping blankets on a mini trampoline. I am allowed inside for 40-50% of the day as long as there is parent supervision. This is only because I have quit all drugs and drinking for 11 days now and shown it.
I do not leave the house anymore. I am constantly home and was given this laptop to basically not go insane.
My passion is music production. I love music. I love creating things. It is what I was born to do. Unfortunately, my parents had discovered about 200mg MDMA and a half ounce of weed in my room about a half year ago and took my laptop with my music software and all of that.
I do not have admin permission on this laptop so I can not get that program back.
My parents want me to join the military for a noncombat job. I agreed and then backed out a week later when I realized that the military goes against all of my being. I am a free spirit. I would be in hell for 4 years.
So once it hits June, this garage becomes "unlivable" as it gets to be over 100 degrees in here. My parents are saying that I better find something or somewhere to live because I will not be living here during the hot months.
There is a program called Job Corps. My only last resort plan is to go there for Summer, and get kicked out once it cools down by failing a drug test and then coming home and working again.
As of right now, there doesn't appear to be any time to get a job and work to move out because I will be interrupted by imminent homelessness. Also, I do not have a phone anymore or my skateboard (my only mode of transportation other than walking) as I was jumped and severely beaten when on 18mg alprazolam and some vodka. This makes getting a job even harder. The main problem is that there are no fucking jobs in this god forsaken city. Everyone who lives here is already established. I worked at Carls Jr. for 3 months full time and was fired and there is no option of going back there.
Additional info:
We have a pool
I am on good terms with my parents atm
My dad won't give me admin permission for the PC because he does not want me to feel as if I have everything back. (His words).
There is 0.01% chance of me being let back in to the house regardless of drug tests and yaddah yaddah.
My main point:
All I want to do is create things. I want to do things with cameras and video edits and make music and I want to do anything creative for my life. I can't. I have fucked myself over so bad. Lost all trust, ruined everything.
Can anybody give me a plausible option? There are no relatives that will take me, nor friends. This Job Corps thing sounds terrible. I read the reviews and people steal and fight and the staff is up your ass all the time and the food is awful etc.
I wish I had a time machine.
Thanks, -Andrue.
I'm 18 years old. I live in California, USA, in a small suburban town that's full of grocery stores/gas stations.
I have destroyed alot of what was given to me. I have been a heavy daily drinker on and off for the past year and a half and have practically broken all relationships with my family.
My current situation is that I live in the garage of my house, sleeping on a little pile of sleeping blankets on a mini trampoline. I am allowed inside for 40-50% of the day as long as there is parent supervision. This is only because I have quit all drugs and drinking for 11 days now and shown it.
I do not leave the house anymore. I am constantly home and was given this laptop to basically not go insane.
My passion is music production. I love music. I love creating things. It is what I was born to do. Unfortunately, my parents had discovered about 200mg MDMA and a half ounce of weed in my room about a half year ago and took my laptop with my music software and all of that.
I do not have admin permission on this laptop so I can not get that program back.
My parents want me to join the military for a noncombat job. I agreed and then backed out a week later when I realized that the military goes against all of my being. I am a free spirit. I would be in hell for 4 years.
So once it hits June, this garage becomes "unlivable" as it gets to be over 100 degrees in here. My parents are saying that I better find something or somewhere to live because I will not be living here during the hot months.
There is a program called Job Corps. My only last resort plan is to go there for Summer, and get kicked out once it cools down by failing a drug test and then coming home and working again.
As of right now, there doesn't appear to be any time to get a job and work to move out because I will be interrupted by imminent homelessness. Also, I do not have a phone anymore or my skateboard (my only mode of transportation other than walking) as I was jumped and severely beaten when on 18mg alprazolam and some vodka. This makes getting a job even harder. The main problem is that there are no fucking jobs in this god forsaken city. Everyone who lives here is already established. I worked at Carls Jr. for 3 months full time and was fired and there is no option of going back there.
Additional info:
We have a pool
I am on good terms with my parents atm
My dad won't give me admin permission for the PC because he does not want me to feel as if I have everything back. (His words).
There is 0.01% chance of me being let back in to the house regardless of drug tests and yaddah yaddah.
My main point:
All I want to do is create things. I want to do things with cameras and video edits and make music and I want to do anything creative for my life. I can't. I have fucked myself over so bad. Lost all trust, ruined everything.
Can anybody give me a plausible option? There are no relatives that will take me, nor friends. This Job Corps thing sounds terrible. I read the reviews and people steal and fight and the staff is up your ass all the time and the food is awful etc.
I wish I had a time machine.
Thanks, -Andrue.