Someone to talk to...
I just need someone to talk to right now. Someone to lean on. My parents are in the next room talking about kicking me out all because of a load of laundry that i put in there.
I fucking can't stand it any more. It's like nothing that i do, or nothing that i have ever done in my life has ever made them say "Good Job".. or "We're Proud of You" ... all of those praises go to the middle son, Shawn. All of the praises of "He's a Good Man" and "No one could be a better father" went to my older brother Craig. What does that leave me with?... SHIT.
My parents are considering kicking me out, over FUCKING CLOTHES. I don't need that in my life. Oh well though, by the time they get around to finding me a place to live, my ass will already be married, and out on my own.
I don't need them in my life, I dont want them in my life.