Traveling for Work

I’m sitting in my grandmas basement, alone. There’s absolutely no inspirational things down here and my ideas for the latest article don’t exist. I type down nonsense words hoping that maybe, possibly they’ll form something worth reading about. But nope, they’re still just a bunch of stupid words that make no sense while in a jumbled mess.

Maybe I can’t write because I’m down in this stupid basement, yeah that must be it. I bet that I could think of something really great if I were in my actual house- on my actual computer. But god forbid I’m allowed to stay at home while the parents are away. Let’s just ship the damn kid to grandmas.

I’m not saying that I deserve to be trusted because frankly, I don’t. Last time they left me home alone I did some of the dumbest things a teenager can do. But hey, what can I say? I’m a teenager.

But this isn’t about me- well, not exactly. This is about how bad it sucks for your kid when you leave them alone, unattended for long amounts of time. Maybe this sounds like a whiney teenager complaining about life again- let’s face it that’s what they do best- but I’m not…entirely.

You see my dad works for this huge construction company which is great since you know, he makes good money and everything. I was really cool with his job up until recently. I mean, not only does he get paid a lot but the job makes him tired and the more tired he is the less he tries to interact with me. In a teenagers world that is the best thing that could ever happen.

However I’m starting to believe there may potentially be something wrong with me-because lately him being so tired is no longer a good thing. Having conversations with him now is like talking to a wall- at least I can kick that childishly when I get frustrated!

I can live with him being socially dead to his family though, I can survive. What I cannot tolerate is him going out of town so much. He is gone all the time. I’m actually getting to the point where I miss him when he leaves. Amazing, I know.

Last night I sat alone in my bedroom and cried because the house was so quiet and empty. I wouldn’t have cried quite as hard if I knew how much crummier it was going to be after I had to go to grandmas. At least before I was at home – now I’m stuck in a basement! I mean couldn’t they have gotten a babysitter for me?

I cannot wait until my father comes home and gets me out of here… Three more days, three more days…

Oh look! I wrote something and all I did was throw together a bunch of nonsense words.

Glossary

Nonsense words: A term teenagers use when defining their complaintive writing without having to accept the fact that they are actually complaining.