Dear Lord, Put Me Out Of My Misery!
Well guys... we've got bad news, and then we've got the worse news, and I'm not sure what's what, all in all...
Problem #1- I'm not sure I'd call this a problem as much as a life threatening event. I've managed to fail a second year of math. Well, it's not really failing as it's going to be wiped from my transcript, hopefully. But the point is, I've got to take a 2nd year of this damn class.
--time break--
Problem #1 (cont.)-
I just filled in my evil parents about the whole issue. Well, they're not going to kill me like I had initially expected. I was honestly suprised that they didn't hit me or something... Well, not so much suprised as shocked, really. They are, however, greatly disappointed in me. It's all my fault that I wasn't able to make it work.
Then they went on from there to pick appart every aspect of my life, from school, to my social life (the one they believe I don't have.) I had to hear about how if I keep this disgraceful lifestyle up, I'm going to work at McDonalds flipping burgers for the rest of my life. Then they told me that I don't have any real friends. Those that I do have online don't count. They said that they're detached and that there is no connection there. I need to be friends with the people around here instead, according to them. They told me that I shouldn't be talking to people online anymore, even though I clearly stated that there is basically noone here who wants to be associated with me. (The Honest to God truth. Ask anyone.)
Then they went back to my "general lack of ambition". I had to hear, "Elle, you've got such potential, but you really seem like you couldn't care less about what's happening. This is your life we're talking about. Who's going to want you when you can't even do a damned thing around the house", ect.
I knew it would happen. I knew they'd bring up housework. They told me that I don't do a damned thing around this house other than sponge off of the income and such. Funny, really... I do much more than my "gift-from-God sister". I do the dishes at least 3x's a week, and then my grandmother's dishes whenever I'm over. I take out the bucket of table scraps at least once a week (as well as grandma's), I do the laundry and fold it. I cook for them. I mow the lawn. And then, on top of it all, I take care of my grandmother. (She's worse than a child sometimes, because at least a child can remember that they've already had breakfast and went to the mailbox). Somehow, this is equated to doing nothing around the house. I think it's a damn lot for not even living in the fucking house right now... There's more than this too, you know, but I don't care to go on about it...
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Problem #2- This one isn't so much of a problem as it is a major frustration of mine. Mother's been reading my mail and going through my personal effects. I caught her going through my coat pockets yesterday. It's like she's searching for clues into my personal life, which she claimes I don't have. She did manage to find a letter I had started writing to a friend of mine. (Yes, I do have friends.) Then it was the inquisition. "Who is this person, why don't I know about them, where are they from, just why are you writing them, how long have you known them" ect. She was acting like I was fucking him, not writing him.
I'm getting so sick of it. I'll find my mail opened on the table before I even know it's there. Mother's telling me, "you've got a freebie from this company, this college sent you some info, you got a card from a relative", ect. I thank God I don't recieve anything truely personal. I'd hate to have to explain anything of that sort to my mother, because God knows she'd get to it before I had a chance to see it. I just thank God that a few mos. ago when she opened a package from a friend of mine he didn't put titles on the dvd discs he sent me. I would have hated to explain why I would want to see "A Night in Paris", and some other low budget videos... Sometimes I imagine telling her, "oh, mom, I just like girls, that's all". And then to see the reaction in my mind... Yes. (It's like the day when I have one of my friends come to the house to pick me up wearing the TShirt Hell shirt that states, "Your little princess is my little whore." Ah, to dream is a beautiful thing.
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Okay, I'll continue this in a bit, as there is certainly more for me to bitch about. I know you guys get really sick of the random bitchyness, but my God, after today I really need to vent.
To be Continued...
Problem #1- I'm not sure I'd call this a problem as much as a life threatening event. I've managed to fail a second year of math. Well, it's not really failing as it's going to be wiped from my transcript, hopefully. But the point is, I've got to take a 2nd year of this damn class.
--time break--
Problem #1 (cont.)-
I just filled in my evil parents about the whole issue. Well, they're not going to kill me like I had initially expected. I was honestly suprised that they didn't hit me or something... Well, not so much suprised as shocked, really. They are, however, greatly disappointed in me. It's all my fault that I wasn't able to make it work.
Then they went on from there to pick appart every aspect of my life, from school, to my social life (the one they believe I don't have.) I had to hear about how if I keep this disgraceful lifestyle up, I'm going to work at McDonalds flipping burgers for the rest of my life. Then they told me that I don't have any real friends. Those that I do have online don't count. They said that they're detached and that there is no connection there. I need to be friends with the people around here instead, according to them. They told me that I shouldn't be talking to people online anymore, even though I clearly stated that there is basically noone here who wants to be associated with me. (The Honest to God truth. Ask anyone.)
Then they went back to my "general lack of ambition". I had to hear, "Elle, you've got such potential, but you really seem like you couldn't care less about what's happening. This is your life we're talking about. Who's going to want you when you can't even do a damned thing around the house", ect.
I knew it would happen. I knew they'd bring up housework. They told me that I don't do a damned thing around this house other than sponge off of the income and such. Funny, really... I do much more than my "gift-from-God sister". I do the dishes at least 3x's a week, and then my grandmother's dishes whenever I'm over. I take out the bucket of table scraps at least once a week (as well as grandma's), I do the laundry and fold it. I cook for them. I mow the lawn. And then, on top of it all, I take care of my grandmother. (She's worse than a child sometimes, because at least a child can remember that they've already had breakfast and went to the mailbox). Somehow, this is equated to doing nothing around the house. I think it's a damn lot for not even living in the fucking house right now... There's more than this too, you know, but I don't care to go on about it...
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Problem #2- This one isn't so much of a problem as it is a major frustration of mine. Mother's been reading my mail and going through my personal effects. I caught her going through my coat pockets yesterday. It's like she's searching for clues into my personal life, which she claimes I don't have. She did manage to find a letter I had started writing to a friend of mine. (Yes, I do have friends.) Then it was the inquisition. "Who is this person, why don't I know about them, where are they from, just why are you writing them, how long have you known them" ect. She was acting like I was fucking him, not writing him.
I'm getting so sick of it. I'll find my mail opened on the table before I even know it's there. Mother's telling me, "you've got a freebie from this company, this college sent you some info, you got a card from a relative", ect. I thank God I don't recieve anything truely personal. I'd hate to have to explain anything of that sort to my mother, because God knows she'd get to it before I had a chance to see it. I just thank God that a few mos. ago when she opened a package from a friend of mine he didn't put titles on the dvd discs he sent me. I would have hated to explain why I would want to see "A Night in Paris", and some other low budget videos... Sometimes I imagine telling her, "oh, mom, I just like girls, that's all". And then to see the reaction in my mind... Yes. (It's like the day when I have one of my friends come to the house to pick me up wearing the TShirt Hell shirt that states, "Your little princess is my little whore." Ah, to dream is a beautiful thing.
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Okay, I'll continue this in a bit, as there is certainly more for me to bitch about. I know you guys get really sick of the random bitchyness, but my God, after today I really need to vent.
To be Continued...