-tries really hard not to scream-
You know what I hate more than anything else in the world? Being guilt-tripped.
I. Hate. That. Shit.
It's the most annoying, selfish and obnoxious thing a person can do. Take my mother, for instance. She does it all the fucking time. It drives me crazy and I seriously want to stab something with a blunt knife repeatedly until I am satisfied.
My mom and dad are currently up here at my new place, and it's not even 2 in the afternoon. They're not gonna be leaving until tomorrow morning. So, after we get finished eating lunch, I come in here because I have homework I have to do. I want to get it done early in the day so that I can spend THE REST OF THE STUPID DAY with my parents. And what does she do?
Why, she comes in here and starts guilt-tripping me. Saying that she just needs to go home. "I'm just gonna go home today then if you don't want to spend time with us." Blah, blah, blah. I mean, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? WHAT DOES THAT FUCKING MEAN?! You've been with me all god damned week, monopolized my time THE ENTIRE WEEK and then when I come in here to do some damn work you want to get in my face and make me feel BAD about it?
WELL LA-DEE-FUCKING-DAH! Go home! See if I give two shits. I'm trying to get ahead in my classwork so I can do whatever the hell I want to do for the remainder of the day. But, of course, she's fucked my day up completely now because instead of concentrating on my work like I am SUPPOSED to be doing, I'm all pissed off and can't even comprehend two sentences after I've read them. I swear, I've re-read the same paragraph four times and STILL can't even tell you what the fuck I read.
I'm so sick of this shit. If they wanna leave, they can leave. I won't even blink one single eyelid over it. All this melodramatic bullshit is getting old and I'm too old for it. Grow the fuck up, Mom. Stop throwing tantrums and STOP trying to make me feel bad for being responsible.
And what the hell? Spend some time together watching a movie? Why? So Dad can fucking fall asleep in the middle of it like he always does and have her wrinkle her STUPID BROW over it, muttering under her breath and complaining about it? FOR WHAT?! It's the same old stuff all the time, like back when I was living at home after Summer vacation. Every weekend, we watch movies and every weekend, Dad falls asleep and Mom complains.
Oh, what? We don't have any pleasant conversations? About what? The weather? You complain about every damned thing under the sun, Mom. What are we supposed to talk about? What subject is there to talk about without you being opinionated and judgmental and then trying to take over the conversation - telling me what the fuck I said and think? What use is THAT?!
God, I want them to fucking leave. JUST LEAVE!
I. Hate. That. Shit.
It's the most annoying, selfish and obnoxious thing a person can do. Take my mother, for instance. She does it all the fucking time. It drives me crazy and I seriously want to stab something with a blunt knife repeatedly until I am satisfied.
My mom and dad are currently up here at my new place, and it's not even 2 in the afternoon. They're not gonna be leaving until tomorrow morning. So, after we get finished eating lunch, I come in here because I have homework I have to do. I want to get it done early in the day so that I can spend THE REST OF THE STUPID DAY with my parents. And what does she do?
Why, she comes in here and starts guilt-tripping me. Saying that she just needs to go home. "I'm just gonna go home today then if you don't want to spend time with us." Blah, blah, blah. I mean, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? WHAT DOES THAT FUCKING MEAN?! You've been with me all god damned week, monopolized my time THE ENTIRE WEEK and then when I come in here to do some damn work you want to get in my face and make me feel BAD about it?
WELL LA-DEE-FUCKING-DAH! Go home! See if I give two shits. I'm trying to get ahead in my classwork so I can do whatever the hell I want to do for the remainder of the day. But, of course, she's fucked my day up completely now because instead of concentrating on my work like I am SUPPOSED to be doing, I'm all pissed off and can't even comprehend two sentences after I've read them. I swear, I've re-read the same paragraph four times and STILL can't even tell you what the fuck I read.
I'm so sick of this shit. If they wanna leave, they can leave. I won't even blink one single eyelid over it. All this melodramatic bullshit is getting old and I'm too old for it. Grow the fuck up, Mom. Stop throwing tantrums and STOP trying to make me feel bad for being responsible.
And what the hell? Spend some time together watching a movie? Why? So Dad can fucking fall asleep in the middle of it like he always does and have her wrinkle her STUPID BROW over it, muttering under her breath and complaining about it? FOR WHAT?! It's the same old stuff all the time, like back when I was living at home after Summer vacation. Every weekend, we watch movies and every weekend, Dad falls asleep and Mom complains.
Oh, what? We don't have any pleasant conversations? About what? The weather? You complain about every damned thing under the sun, Mom. What are we supposed to talk about? What subject is there to talk about without you being opinionated and judgmental and then trying to take over the conversation - telling me what the fuck I said and think? What use is THAT?!
God, I want them to fucking leave. JUST LEAVE!