[[97]] i don’t really exist, apparently.

seriously, fuck the government.

i went to secretary of state today to get a renewed driver’s permit so i can actually get my fucking license and to get a state ID. first they sent us back home because i need 3 forms of ID for being over 18. like the fact that i’m standing right the fuck in front of you isn’t proof enough that i fucking exist. then we get back and they tell us that they can’t give me fucking anything because my birth certificate is laminated. apparently it could have been tampered with. how can you tamper with somethign that is laminated. i swear, i could have punched the lady in the face. then my mom says “well, i don’t think i have another copy” and the lady says “photocopies aren’t accepted” in her snotty holier-than-thou-because-i-work-for-the-goverment voice. and my mom tries to clarify that she said copy, not photocopy.

so whatever. now i have to fucking go to detroit to get ANOTHER birth certificate just to get a state ID and driver’s permit all i want to to is get the fuck out of this house and out of this state and away from this shitty government and economy. i mean really why don’t they just do a fucking DNA test to prove i am who i am.

it’s fucking stupid.

and i don’t have a good temper. so i ended up mouthing off ot the lady and walking out, making sure to slam the doors on my way. my mother can say i’m a snot all she wants, but when i pissed off i can’t help but show it. she should just be glad i didn’t drop any f-bombs in front of her and the rest of the people there.

all i want to do is get a fucking car so i can go where i want to go and one day get the fuck out of this stupid state with zachary and make my life somewhere else where you don’t need every form of ID possible on the face of the earth to prove that you fucking exist.