Three Week Hiatus: Day 21 August 24, 2010
It is one of those days that just will not end fast enough . . . on a good note, Tom’s family gave us a new couch and chair and they are really comfortable.
I feel like no one is listening to me all day, I have had to repeat myself to everyone I have chatted with.
I am so frustrated with my brother, I just feel he is completely ungrateful for anything my father or I do for him and all he wants are two materialistic, gold-digger baby-making sluts that don’t really care about him. “Can you do this for me. . . get her to write me, call me, get pictures of them?” I’ve had it. . . Now he wants me to look up a 10 karat gold necklace for Christmas for a girl who hasn’t even called him since before he has gone in the hospital. (My brother is a fucking spoiled brat!) I asked him where he is going to get the money for this necklace. He is so sure that he is going to get on Social Security by the end of this year, because they are doing these hearings in Texas instead of Ohio (as they are two years behind.) It is going to take longer than he thinks for this and he seems to think everything is going to just work out and those money-grabbers are just going to love him regardless. She is in college, doing the college things . . . partying, drugs and guys. I’m surprised she’s not pregnant again, yes I said again. My brother spends all of his money on those tramps, which are just looking for money, not men. They have the looks and the bodies to get any guy they want . . . they don’t want my brother a one legged, few teeth, person who has damaged brain cells who didn’t want to take care of himself in the first place to prevent all of this.
I hate having my mom and my father both depending on me to get shit out of my brother. If I knew guilt wouldn’t hold me to, then I would drop him, but between my family and my own stupid conscience I have enough guilt to drop the cockiest person in the world.
I just want to drop, everything in my life, (but Tom), and just leave it all.
According that screwed up Tara Psychic-wannabe. . . I’m supposed to have something from the occult causing my bad luck. However I am beginning it is just the fact that my family is bringing me down.