home
there are couches and tvs in array in my room, and i can't sleep there, so instead i am suppsoed to sleep on an airmattress in my dust covered livingroom because i can't get INTO my real room. i think that is DEFINATE reason to be bitter. I call my parents out on it:
Me: Are you moving stuff from the basement BEFORE you move stuff out of my room?
DAD: We need to move this before we can take stuff out of your room so it all fits.
ME:...Good planning.
DAD: How DARE you? Just because you can't sleep in your room? You come home for a weekend and the goddamn weekend revolved around you?
ME: (walks away)
DAD: (still yelling) She always acts like the goddamn world revolves around her.
Note, neither my mother or father have to sleep in a disgusting smelling room that is completely bare except for an air mattress. Neither of them have a cold already like me, and they don't know how badly the dust is irritating my throat. Nor did they JUST come home from college expecting to be able to relax and wind up having to sleep on the floor. Maybe I AM self centered, but I think I deserve my room. And I'm sticking with that. I can't even unpack. My suitace is just laying around open in the hallway upstairs because there's nothing else I can do with it. This SUCKS. Pretty much starting now I am going to be OUT of here as often as I can. It's clear that although I am an adult now, that doesn't instantly make my home life better, and I will never be treated as an adult by them. It seems harsh to say about the people that are financially supporting me, and I know that there are people that are much wrose off then me, but right now, I don't give a shit. I'm being disrespected. That's not what I deserve right now.
I can't wait til I am out of here. Let second semester begin.
Me: Are you moving stuff from the basement BEFORE you move stuff out of my room?
DAD: We need to move this before we can take stuff out of your room so it all fits.
ME:...Good planning.
DAD: How DARE you? Just because you can't sleep in your room? You come home for a weekend and the goddamn weekend revolved around you?
ME: (walks away)
DAD: (still yelling) She always acts like the goddamn world revolves around her.
Note, neither my mother or father have to sleep in a disgusting smelling room that is completely bare except for an air mattress. Neither of them have a cold already like me, and they don't know how badly the dust is irritating my throat. Nor did they JUST come home from college expecting to be able to relax and wind up having to sleep on the floor. Maybe I AM self centered, but I think I deserve my room. And I'm sticking with that. I can't even unpack. My suitace is just laying around open in the hallway upstairs because there's nothing else I can do with it. This SUCKS. Pretty much starting now I am going to be OUT of here as often as I can. It's clear that although I am an adult now, that doesn't instantly make my home life better, and I will never be treated as an adult by them. It seems harsh to say about the people that are financially supporting me, and I know that there are people that are much wrose off then me, but right now, I don't give a shit. I'm being disrespected. That's not what I deserve right now.
I can't wait til I am out of here. Let second semester begin.