But my dad officially moved out of my parent's house. He lives on his boat.
I've let him down, I'm 23, I have no job, and I live here again.
I guess he burst into tears talking to my mom, and asked that he could stay here on fridays to spend time with me. She of course said he could.
I'm 23. TWENTY THREE. I should have a job and my own place, and I should have a night we can have dinner and hang out. Why am I so retarded? I was more of a man at 21 than I've ever been. I made enough to live and money to spare.
I can do this again.