new deadline.. my "care" team probably DOESN'T *CARE* though.

i looked at pictures of the apartment the lady offered online and it looks like a place i could see myself living in, i'm pretty sure i'll be able to fit all of my furniture in it- which is actually a rarity for city apartments (i had to get rid of several things just to live in this apartment i'm in now in st. paul). the only thing i'm kinda on the edge about is that i read something that said "senior living" on the same page as the apartment i'm being offered is on.. so i may just get stuck with a bunch of old people like when i lived in the first independent living program i lived in which was located in minneapolis and i ended up getting stuck living there for at least 10 years i think.. i just agreed to live there because it was the very first apartment i viewed and i was anxious to get outta my mom's house. so right now, i'm anxious but not as desperate as i was when i was living with mrs. smokey magee. however- i'm annoyed with my mom and/or my fat sister stalking me and more than likely attempting to mimic me. if you're gonna mimic me- you gotta get out and volunteer your time at several different places like i do or you are and will NEVER be ANYTHING like me. you also gotta stop the racism/being scared of black people because i happen to have something big and black pounding the fuck outta my vagina recently. he likes to call it his "BBD".. so.. you can't attempt to mimic me unless you mimic EVERYTHING. besides- the positive note from a few days ago urged me to take risks because it could be something that'll be greater than i could ever imagine my life being. i'm pretty sure i need to personally go to the apartment to sign the papers by the new deadline of march 13th. i don't wanna give up this opportunity to lose a chance at a nice apartment in massachusetts which is affordable just because my "care" team are listening to my damn family OVER their ACTUAL client so they think their jobs would be easier. there WILL be many, many more medical appointments and bills if i'm forced to give up opportunities which are REALLY MY decisions. that's funny.. i don't remember my fake ass narcissistic mom or amanda's entitled ass next to me in the car when i was in the accident i was in.. no.. must be the TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY i personally experienced as a result of it or something.. amanda's much too entitled and SMART to ever make a stupid decision to get in the car with a drunk driver and my mom is too afraid of her own damn shadow to do something like that.