for once i am the good child
i think im going to go stay with my grandma for a few days starting tomorrow. it's really stressful living at my house right now. but it's not my mom that's the problem, it's my brothers...
i hate being the one everyone mooches off of. i help everyone out all the time and i don't even get a little consideration back. ill buy pat a pack of smokes...a day later, he's at it again "erin can i have a cigarette?" and when i tell him i barely have enough to support my own habit let alone his too...then he steals from me. or how about how he goes for drug tests every week, and if he fails he goes to jdc. but he wakes me up every morning at 7:00 am and begs me for roaches or a bowl pack. he'll steal that shit too, if i dont give it to him. then he expects me to bring him to get the stuff to pass his test, and half the time i have to pay for it. he even stole my fucking pillow the last few nights. i didnt even think to look in his room til today...i slept like shit for the past few days, and i get home at 5:45 to pick him up from work (he was in bed sleeping, like he did all day, not even dressed for work...) and he's using my pillow.
not to mention pat's sketchy friends trying to jump people at our house.
my mom might make sean move back in. i hope she does. my brothers are both fucking up so bad...in different ways, but still fucking up.
and i didnt even get the 'dro tonight.
i just want someone to give me a hug. i hugged my mom tonight but that doenst count cause it was me trying to consol her.
and i want someone without severe emotional problems to party with.
i want to make some friends who can handle their lives themselves, that dont use their friends as babysitters.
im not even sad or anything really, im just tired of all the unnecessary bullshit.
i hate being the one everyone mooches off of. i help everyone out all the time and i don't even get a little consideration back. ill buy pat a pack of smokes...a day later, he's at it again "erin can i have a cigarette?" and when i tell him i barely have enough to support my own habit let alone his too...then he steals from me. or how about how he goes for drug tests every week, and if he fails he goes to jdc. but he wakes me up every morning at 7:00 am and begs me for roaches or a bowl pack. he'll steal that shit too, if i dont give it to him. then he expects me to bring him to get the stuff to pass his test, and half the time i have to pay for it. he even stole my fucking pillow the last few nights. i didnt even think to look in his room til today...i slept like shit for the past few days, and i get home at 5:45 to pick him up from work (he was in bed sleeping, like he did all day, not even dressed for work...) and he's using my pillow.
not to mention pat's sketchy friends trying to jump people at our house.
my mom might make sean move back in. i hope she does. my brothers are both fucking up so bad...in different ways, but still fucking up.
and i didnt even get the 'dro tonight.
i just want someone to give me a hug. i hugged my mom tonight but that doenst count cause it was me trying to consol her.
and i want someone without severe emotional problems to party with.
i want to make some friends who can handle their lives themselves, that dont use their friends as babysitters.
im not even sad or anything really, im just tired of all the unnecessary bullshit.