I can't go. I'm moving again tomorrow. So my dad says I'm helping, even though, all today, he was screaming about how useless I am and how my brother and his friends are so much better than me. So why force me to help when I'm doing such a shitty job? I woke up at 7:30 this morning to clean up Brockton for community service. I skipped the BBQ there and get home at 12 noon. And half an hour later, with my dad yelling at me to hurry up and finish eating, we go to Quincy and move more of his shit. And it's all of his shit. And I've moved shit from then until 6 pm. I'm fuckin' tired. Tired of being covered in bruises because I can't carry heavy loads but I'm forced to anyways and dropping boxes on my toes and having crates crash against my legs. It kinda hurts. And then, doing all that and getting no recognition for it. And still getting yelled at for being useless and not doing anything. Even though I know he can hear me ask him what he wants me to do next, what he wants me to move next. I'm eager to please because I never do. I'm sore all over and sick of it. And my mom refuses to help because my dad procrastinated and is a pack rat. [And my mom is now yelling about how my dad asked my brother's 13 year old friends to help out, apparently, she doesn't know they've been moving stuff with us for the past 2 days... tomorrow too.] Daddy says that he's taking my brother and his friends out tomorrow after we finish moving for prime rib. I have a feeling I'm not invited and only going so he doesn't get stuck with accusations of child neglect or something. So when I asked if I could go tomorrow, he says that no one's going anywhere until we're done moving. Even though he yells at me for not going out more often. I'm tired. I've been moving stuff this entire week. I want a day of rest please. I want a day during VACATION when I can hang out with my friends. Why am I being punished for other people's mistakes? Is it fair? Is it because I'm a bad person? I miss my friends. I hate being in this hell hole of a house. I'd rather die than stay here or move more shit, very much so because I'm not appreciated for anything I do.
I accidentally cut myself with a knife the other day, it hurt. I told my dad, he said "Good." If only he knew.
I love how my brother's project that is supposed to unite families to get them to work together leaves him sitting in the middle of the living room floor alone.
I really did want to go. And I doubt we'll be finished in time for me to. And even if we did, I'd have no ride because my dad's taking my brother and his friends out. So even if a miracle occurred, I'd have no ride. I guess you should invite someone who lives close to me so I can bum a ride off of them. =P If that is, miracles actually happen.
we'll give you a ride. Gimme a call if you believe in miracles ;) 781-848-8519. don't worry Z. We're here for you when you get back from your trip in hell.
I accidentally cut myself with a knife the other day, it hurt. I told my dad, he said "Good." If only he knew.
I love how my brother's project that is supposed to unite families to get them to work together leaves him sitting in the middle of the living room floor alone.
I really did want to go. And I doubt we'll be finished in time for me to. And even if we did, I'd have no ride because my dad's taking my brother and his friends out. So even if a miracle occurred, I'd have no ride. I guess you should invite someone who lives close to me so I can bum a ride off of them. =P If that is, miracles actually happen.
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