A rant that needed to get out
So I have a hell of a post that I thought deserved to go on here. Even though I have not posted in almost a full two years.
I am at the point that if I don't rant, I am going to hurt someone. I mean it is getting ridiculous.
So if you don't know, you do now, I am moving back home with the rents. My dad has been a non stop ass hole left and right about anything and everything.
Like tonight for example. He just went off on me for no fucking reason about my tattoo, my tongue piercing, getting a cat, and having a friend move in.
Tattoo, as he told my mom, he doesn't like it because he didn't get to help me pick it out. Poor fucking baby.
Tongue piercing, big whoop. Get over it, at least it’s not in my face because then I am sure you would disown me. And what I don't get is the day you fucking noticed it you were pissed till I left. I then text you "Just don't tell mom yet. I want to." And you text back "its fine I just don't know how work will take it". Bi-polar much?
Getting a cat, yes, I had to get one because at the time I was living alone. I went from living with family, to living with people I just met, to no one. I don't like being alone, it scares me. Since my sister wouldn't let me take one of our cats, I got my own.
Having a friend move in, you get pissed off at me now when I asked for your fucking permission. Again... bi-polar much.
And you are the one who wants to put me on antidepressants because I couldn't make any friends were I was living.
You keep saying I am not even trying to get a job, but I have applied at so many places I couldn't name them all. Also, what is the point in telling me to get a job, apply where you can, when apparently all you care about is if the place offer insurance now?
PLEASE JUST LEARN HOW TO FUCKING MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
Also, I really think me moving back in here is going to be a huge mess. I mean seriously, how am I supposed to react when you tell me I am not family, I am a guest while I live here. And also, it I want for you to pay for my food, like you do for my bum of a sister who has no motive to get a fucking job or learn how to drive, then I have to go on a diet. In other words, thanks for calling me fucking fat. Really. Why get pissed off at Grandpa when he says something about my weight when you just put the icing on the cake.
And people wonder why I have self image issues and can't take a compliment because I am to the point that I don't see what they do.
I really, really don't know how I am supposed to deal with this. I mean, sure, you're family, we are supposed to have some fights, but I mean, really? You have just gone past my limit and I have not even fucking moved back in yet. I really don't get it.
And my sister, seriously, could anyone possibly be any more lazy then her? Who takes a 1 1/2 to boil hot dogs? I have never seen someone take so much time to prepare simple meals. And the amount that you disrespect Mom and Dad is ridiculous. When Dad has to threaten to kick you out to get you motivated to get off the fucking computer and come back to the real world, that is pathetic. You stay up till 5 in the morning talking to internet friends, then blame it on you couldn't sleep. Really, you are fucking 18 years old, act like it. Do what you are told, get a job (at least I am looking), and grow the fuck up.
Mom, I really wish you would be your own person. You’re relationship with Dad fell apart years ago, and he has only got worse. I honestly wish you would convince him to go and get medication because things have gotten out of hand and even you have said this.
To my brother, you have been amazing this far, please don't let the stupidity corrupt you. I don't know what I would do with out your help. Really.
I am at the point that if I don't rant, I am going to hurt someone. I mean it is getting ridiculous.
So if you don't know, you do now, I am moving back home with the rents. My dad has been a non stop ass hole left and right about anything and everything.
Like tonight for example. He just went off on me for no fucking reason about my tattoo, my tongue piercing, getting a cat, and having a friend move in.
Tattoo, as he told my mom, he doesn't like it because he didn't get to help me pick it out. Poor fucking baby.
Tongue piercing, big whoop. Get over it, at least it’s not in my face because then I am sure you would disown me. And what I don't get is the day you fucking noticed it you were pissed till I left. I then text you "Just don't tell mom yet. I want to." And you text back "its fine I just don't know how work will take it". Bi-polar much?
Getting a cat, yes, I had to get one because at the time I was living alone. I went from living with family, to living with people I just met, to no one. I don't like being alone, it scares me. Since my sister wouldn't let me take one of our cats, I got my own.
Having a friend move in, you get pissed off at me now when I asked for your fucking permission. Again... bi-polar much.
And you are the one who wants to put me on antidepressants because I couldn't make any friends were I was living.
You keep saying I am not even trying to get a job, but I have applied at so many places I couldn't name them all. Also, what is the point in telling me to get a job, apply where you can, when apparently all you care about is if the place offer insurance now?
PLEASE JUST LEARN HOW TO FUCKING MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
Also, I really think me moving back in here is going to be a huge mess. I mean seriously, how am I supposed to react when you tell me I am not family, I am a guest while I live here. And also, it I want for you to pay for my food, like you do for my bum of a sister who has no motive to get a fucking job or learn how to drive, then I have to go on a diet. In other words, thanks for calling me fucking fat. Really. Why get pissed off at Grandpa when he says something about my weight when you just put the icing on the cake.
And people wonder why I have self image issues and can't take a compliment because I am to the point that I don't see what they do.
I really, really don't know how I am supposed to deal with this. I mean, sure, you're family, we are supposed to have some fights, but I mean, really? You have just gone past my limit and I have not even fucking moved back in yet. I really don't get it.
And my sister, seriously, could anyone possibly be any more lazy then her? Who takes a 1 1/2 to boil hot dogs? I have never seen someone take so much time to prepare simple meals. And the amount that you disrespect Mom and Dad is ridiculous. When Dad has to threaten to kick you out to get you motivated to get off the fucking computer and come back to the real world, that is pathetic. You stay up till 5 in the morning talking to internet friends, then blame it on you couldn't sleep. Really, you are fucking 18 years old, act like it. Do what you are told, get a job (at least I am looking), and grow the fuck up.
Mom, I really wish you would be your own person. You’re relationship with Dad fell apart years ago, and he has only got worse. I honestly wish you would convince him to go and get medication because things have gotten out of hand and even you have said this.
To my brother, you have been amazing this far, please don't let the stupidity corrupt you. I don't know what I would do with out your help. Really.