my responsibilities..

i got my taxes from first fiduciary and it says i'm supposed to give a copy to my tax preparar or accountant. i told amy i received the taxes form because i assumed she'd have me send her a copy of it and take care of it since that's what brian ALWAYS did when he was my trustee- she put the responsibility on me (BECAUSE YOU KNOW.. IT IS MY JOB THAT I'M BEING PAID TO TAKE CARE OF MY OWN MONEY *rolls eyes*) and made it seem like I should automatically know an accountant who will do my taxes for me. if she doesn't come up with someone- i'm gonna have to tell the only family member who gives a damn about me. he brought up filing a complaint about her not doing her job when i told him about another problem i had with her. it feels so nice to go through hell and not have anyone that will advocate and makes sure that no one fucks you over (with an exception of joe). i'm so glad i didn't die in the car accident. now people can refuse to do their jobs properly when handling my care! thanks for giving me something to be thankful for. (if you can't tell i'm being sarcastic- you should kick yourself in the ass) i can also have people act like they "care" about me by trying to send me BACK in my rehab. progression to make other people look they actually care about me and to gain points from their in-laws to get them another client to go to the shitty overrated ridiculous excuse of a "rehabilitation" center known as courage kenny. when a person goes into rehab... they follow steps and i'm way past that shit. they got their kicks outta underestimating me and putting me on machines that my living room wall can do. i just realized i've explained this shit a million times and it still doesn't matter because amanda and her stupid in-laws obviously don't care enough about MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE to even consider what i think and what goes on really matters to them. no more. especially since i'm gonna be getting outta this shithole state which only thinks i'm capable of mindlessly attending courage kenny.