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just got a letter from the old high school, asking for money and inviting me to a reunion that i cant attend, i guess one of the kids who just graduated is going to wilson next year and i wonder why i can run but i'll never be able to hide. i guess you cant pick and choose your past memories, just have to take them in all together but it seems like my bad memories beat up my good memories, stole their lunch money, gave them wedgies and locked them in the supply closet.
mum came home to a nodding approval of the hours of work i did cleaning up after my sister, scrubbing the whole damn place and then was soooo happy and excited once she saw the mess that evilsister made in her bathroom, praising her for helping to start to renovate the bathroom. im sorry, but i thought that i was doing the nice thing for when she came home from her trip, deep cleaning the house, but nooooo! she was much happier to see the hole in the wall where the cabinet used to be and the piles of paint chips on the floor, her toiletries strewn all over the hallway.
once again i work my ass off and get little recognition, while shitheadcathleen makes a mess and is a nasty bitch and gets praised for her intolerable behaviour. now i have to be the one to clean up for her again and install the fixtures and spackle and paint the bathroom.
what the fuck, im not even sure what to do or how to feel about this, once more i am incredibly frustrated without an outlet, sitting here and taking this shit is about to kill me.
one more month and im back to normal. i hate this.
mum came home to a nodding approval of the hours of work i did cleaning up after my sister, scrubbing the whole damn place and then was soooo happy and excited once she saw the mess that evilsister made in her bathroom, praising her for helping to start to renovate the bathroom. im sorry, but i thought that i was doing the nice thing for when she came home from her trip, deep cleaning the house, but nooooo! she was much happier to see the hole in the wall where the cabinet used to be and the piles of paint chips on the floor, her toiletries strewn all over the hallway.
once again i work my ass off and get little recognition, while shitheadcathleen makes a mess and is a nasty bitch and gets praised for her intolerable behaviour. now i have to be the one to clean up for her again and install the fixtures and spackle and paint the bathroom.
what the fuck, im not even sure what to do or how to feel about this, once more i am incredibly frustrated without an outlet, sitting here and taking this shit is about to kill me.
one more month and im back to normal. i hate this.