I fucking HATE my mother
I fucking HATE my mother for making them fucking vacuum our room so I had to get off the phone with Steve. She was like, “You’ve already been on for a while. You were on with him for, like, fifteen minutes.” [[This section censored for blatant rudeness toward people I care about. Gomen.]]
I’m so fucking stressed out I’m on the verge of tears. Or I was; I feel slightly better now. I think that the only person in the fucking world who doesn’t stress me so badly I just want to fucking slit my wrists is Steve. Like a few minutes ago, mom gave me a choice (after booting me off of the phone with Steve and then denying she’d done it); I could either go shopping with her after her nap or I could go with dad now. This is like being asked if you would like to die via needles all over your body, slowly sinking into your flesh, or by hungry rats tearing you to pieces and eating you slowly. Mom’s naps take fucking forever; I swear to god she’s a sloth or something. Dad is the world’s biggest miser; he hates spending time and money shopping. Besides, how would he, a man, understand why I need shampoo for colored hair or wax for my legs? Exactly.
[[I wanted to stay on the phone to read my last entry to Steve. I just want someone to hear how I feel. But not Laurel; she’d get upset or tell me I’m doing everything wrong. Not Kep, either; he’d make it into some sort of sorrow-contest and point out how much easier my life is than his. Definitely not mom and dad; if they heard how I feel, they’d probably find me a temporary therapist here and up my dose of whatever effectless happy pills I’m on. I try not to hate everyone, but they make it so hard for me.]] Sorry if I was mean to you here! I love you all and was just upset. :(
It’s Wednesday. 2:02 PM. You can’t imagine how much I hate right now.
I’m so fucking stressed out I’m on the verge of tears. Or I was; I feel slightly better now. I think that the only person in the fucking world who doesn’t stress me so badly I just want to fucking slit my wrists is Steve. Like a few minutes ago, mom gave me a choice (after booting me off of the phone with Steve and then denying she’d done it); I could either go shopping with her after her nap or I could go with dad now. This is like being asked if you would like to die via needles all over your body, slowly sinking into your flesh, or by hungry rats tearing you to pieces and eating you slowly. Mom’s naps take fucking forever; I swear to god she’s a sloth or something. Dad is the world’s biggest miser; he hates spending time and money shopping. Besides, how would he, a man, understand why I need shampoo for colored hair or wax for my legs? Exactly.
[[I wanted to stay on the phone to read my last entry to Steve. I just want someone to hear how I feel. But not Laurel; she’d get upset or tell me I’m doing everything wrong. Not Kep, either; he’d make it into some sort of sorrow-contest and point out how much easier my life is than his. Definitely not mom and dad; if they heard how I feel, they’d probably find me a temporary therapist here and up my dose of whatever effectless happy pills I’m on. I try not to hate everyone, but they make it so hard for me.]] Sorry if I was mean to you here! I love you all and was just upset. :(
It’s Wednesday. 2:02 PM. You can’t imagine how much I hate right now.