Reaching out

Ok, so I finally reached out and told my brother what was going on. Needed some advice, and if I want truth, painfully honest truth, I go to my brother. So, he says, "Calm down, I cant understand you when you're crying" Ok, so whats wrong, so I tell him, he says, get a second job (quite honestly I've never held two jobs and it scares the hell out of me). I can't, I'm going to school, I have Sydney, what to do? Well, he says, "Maybe you need to put school aside for awhile and get out of this mess first" We will watch Sydney a couple nights a week if you need us to, and you can work if Al hasn't found another job. Quite frankly, I don't think he as been looking very hard, which really pisses me off since he said he would take care of everything and I didn't have to worry. YEAH RIGHT!!! HAHAHAHAHA~~ So now that I have digested this brutal honesty, from he who has never worked two jobs before but has also not over extended himself to the point of needing to, I've applied for a second job, and I will apply for more. Sydney is now old enough to understand the necessity of working two jobs, and if I have to, I'll just not sleep for a really long time and keep going to school anyway. Yeah, that's it, not like no one else has ever done it, I can do it, I'm gonna quit whining. I'll go to fast food or some customer service job, because I'm good at it, and it's like a no brainer for me, and I can sock away the money, pour it into the bills, get them paid off and then maybe be able to do something like not worry about it. I'll finish school, I am going to finish school, oh yes, but brother is right, got to get out of this mess first.