Jan 04, 2010 11:25
I fucking hate my family. I can't go to Chena Hot Springs on my last day of vacation because I hurt my mom's feelings. WHAT THE FUCK EVER. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE MY PARENTS HURT MY FEELINGS AND I JUST GET IGNORED UNTIL MY MOM YELLS AT ME TO STOP CRYING?! Apparently my mom is mad at me because I didn't want to stay and talk to her while she's on speakerphone with my dad in his cigarette smoke filled office. And she's fucking tired so it takes her 30 seconds to reply to anything, and Joel is waiting outside for me. I came outside to say bye to my dad, which I didn't have to anyways. And this is the fucking consideration I get. And I think it's awesome that my dad waits until I fucking ask him to go, which he knows I'm going to, to tell me that my parents are mad at me. Fuck my parents. In six months I'll be moving to Anchorage and they'll be moving to New Hampshire. I'll probably see them when I get married, and then when I have kids but they won't be a part of my life. And they'll pretend they miss me. Well, fuck, I don't have a thousand dollars to waste on a plane ticket to see them all the time. They won't be able to pay for it either.
I hate this house. I hate sitting here while everyone expects me to pick up after them and do all their shit. I hate that my sister sleeps all day and every time my mom comes home she says she's doing something about everything my sister does wrong but she just makes shitty excuses for my sister.
Now I get to call Joel and listen to his disappointment. Thanks mom and dad.