I apologize ahead of time for the following rant.
I need some suggestions as to where to go this summer so I DON'T go insane. I can't be cooped up in this hick-town for those few glorious months of sunshine and heat.
I broke the news to my parents last month that I'm not going back to school right away in September, and already the emotional abuse has begun. Tonight, for example, my inebriated mother told me to shut the compy speakers off because it was late (she had the T.V. blaring at this point). I told her I would turn them down, not off, and was replied to with, "whatever...you can just move out then you want your own rules so bad...you don't talk to me that way, bitch...", followed by incoherent mumbles.
It sounds like a lame issue to be arguing about, but the point is, what kind of a mother sits around drunk for hours and calls her daughter a bitch over such a minute issue? "it's the wine talking, it's not me". Well then, STOP. Here's an idea: don't use lameass excuses like faux alcoholism to validate your horrible personality.
FINE, it's your house (well, technically, it's my dad's since he's the only one who works for a living), but I'll even give you that. HOWEVER, YOU told me I wasn't allowed to work all year because I had to "focus on my studies," even though you know I hate being jobless and lazy and unproductive. So, I tried to ration my money but let's face it, things come up. And I'm not talking about alcohol (obviously) or new wardrobes, I'm talking about shampoo, contact lenses, school supplies, bus fare, etc. Daily living expenses.
So now that I am literally starting from zero and have already begun working daily 9 hour shifts to replenish my account, you're going to sit there with your nightly bottle of vino and tell me I have to move out because you can hear a dull murmur of a computer?
Well FUCK YOU. And we'll see where I am in ten years. Way the fuck away from you.
I broke the news to my parents last month that I'm not going back to school right away in September, and already the emotional abuse has begun. Tonight, for example, my inebriated mother told me to shut the compy speakers off because it was late (she had the T.V. blaring at this point). I told her I would turn them down, not off, and was replied to with, "whatever...you can just move out then you want your own rules so bad...you don't talk to me that way, bitch...", followed by incoherent mumbles.
It sounds like a lame issue to be arguing about, but the point is, what kind of a mother sits around drunk for hours and calls her daughter a bitch over such a minute issue? "it's the wine talking, it's not me". Well then, STOP. Here's an idea: don't use lameass excuses like faux alcoholism to validate your horrible personality.
FINE, it's your house (well, technically, it's my dad's since he's the only one who works for a living), but I'll even give you that. HOWEVER, YOU told me I wasn't allowed to work all year because I had to "focus on my studies," even though you know I hate being jobless and lazy and unproductive. So, I tried to ration my money but let's face it, things come up. And I'm not talking about alcohol (obviously) or new wardrobes, I'm talking about shampoo, contact lenses, school supplies, bus fare, etc. Daily living expenses.
So now that I am literally starting from zero and have already begun working daily 9 hour shifts to replenish my account, you're going to sit there with your nightly bottle of vino and tell me I have to move out because you can hear a dull murmur of a computer?
Well FUCK YOU. And we'll see where I am in ten years. Way the fuck away from you.