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Hey mother, here's an idea; stop trying to make me feel guilty for being tired. It's not my fault the dog whines constantly when you leave. If anything, that's your fault for giving her the damn separation anxiety thing in the first fucking place.
Yes, I'm tired. I got an hour and a half of sleep before you left to go shopping, at which point the dog started crying. I tried to go back to sleep, I really did. But that constant noise drives me completely fucking insane. I tried to stay up until you came back, though, and look! I managed to do so!
So instead of getting even the slightest thanks for immediately starting to put shit away when you brought it in, I get an annoyed look when I toss the onions onto the table after I dropped them- I was putting them there because they don't go in the fridge with the rest of the shit I was carrying, alright? Don't think I don't recognize that tone you used, the same one you use when we omg forget to take out the garbage!!1! or the dog hasn't been worn down enough for you to enjoy your time on WoW without her staring at you, despite the fact that her sun rises and sets out of your ass.
But fuck you, I'm going to sleep because my head feels like it's stuffed full of cotton and cyanide. And I'm probably going to have the brat pissed off at me too because, you know, how dare I not feel like going to the mall today to buy his present!! I'm tempted to just give him $60 and tell him to go buy it himself. But wait! He can't, because he's a minor and the game he wants can't be purchased by minors!
Fuck, I get so irrationally pissed at my family sometimes. I know it could be so, so, so much worse, I've read worse, even, but I can't help going e______e sometimes.
Yes, I'm tired. I got an hour and a half of sleep before you left to go shopping, at which point the dog started crying. I tried to go back to sleep, I really did. But that constant noise drives me completely fucking insane. I tried to stay up until you came back, though, and look! I managed to do so!
So instead of getting even the slightest thanks for immediately starting to put shit away when you brought it in, I get an annoyed look when I toss the onions onto the table after I dropped them- I was putting them there because they don't go in the fridge with the rest of the shit I was carrying, alright? Don't think I don't recognize that tone you used, the same one you use when we omg forget to take out the garbage!!1! or the dog hasn't been worn down enough for you to enjoy your time on WoW without her staring at you, despite the fact that her sun rises and sets out of your ass.
But fuck you, I'm going to sleep because my head feels like it's stuffed full of cotton and cyanide. And I'm probably going to have the brat pissed off at me too because, you know, how dare I not feel like going to the mall today to buy his present!! I'm tempted to just give him $60 and tell him to go buy it himself. But wait! He can't, because he's a minor and the game he wants can't be purchased by minors!
Fuck, I get so irrationally pissed at my family sometimes. I know it could be so, so, so much worse, I've read worse, even, but I can't help going e______e sometimes.