FUCK ME
I want to just pull my fucking hair out of my head and just say the hell with school. This is exam week, yes it is! And I could just feel the friggin tension. I have 5 classes, meaning thats 5 shitty exams and a paper due in one of them. Today I accomplished taking 3 of them and writing my paper. It is 9:22pm and I have been going since 3pm. Took my Developmental Psychology exam, then took my Public Speaking Exam, and then tonight I took my Abnormal Psychology exam. I just finished writing my paper that has to be sent via email to my Abnormal Psychology teacher.
As I am writing my paper, my parents are yelling at me and being complete assholes. I know I have a son, I know I have responsibility, but I also know I have things that have to be done by certain times. I am not neglecting my son. He was watching Nickolodeon and coloring in his coloring book 2 feet away from me at his child-sized table and I was talking to him. But oh now how I have sinned! The poor child needs to be in bed... oh yell, and yell and yell. Thats all they ever do and are ever good for. While my mom is upstairs watching t.v. like normal probably engorging herself on a bag of sweets and my dad was stuffing his fucking face with chips and watching t.v. They yell at me about putting the baby to bed. I'M DOING FUCKING IMPORTANT THINGS FOR SCHOOL THAT DO HAVE DEADLINES! Screw them and their fat asses.
God damn it! They want me out of the house. They want me to have a stable career, but do they really want that all for me. Studying for one fucking test with my son around is a challenge enough. Studying for these exams have been hell. I've had my hair pulled, crayons stuck in my ears, toys thrown at me, and my laptop abused. I spend a lot of quality time with my son, but the one time I need my parents to watch him for me, especially during such a crucial time in the semester, its always FUCK YOU MELISSA! Thats right, FUCK me!
As I am writing my paper, my parents are yelling at me and being complete assholes. I know I have a son, I know I have responsibility, but I also know I have things that have to be done by certain times. I am not neglecting my son. He was watching Nickolodeon and coloring in his coloring book 2 feet away from me at his child-sized table and I was talking to him. But oh now how I have sinned! The poor child needs to be in bed... oh yell, and yell and yell. Thats all they ever do and are ever good for. While my mom is upstairs watching t.v. like normal probably engorging herself on a bag of sweets and my dad was stuffing his fucking face with chips and watching t.v. They yell at me about putting the baby to bed. I'M DOING FUCKING IMPORTANT THINGS FOR SCHOOL THAT DO HAVE DEADLINES! Screw them and their fat asses.
God damn it! They want me out of the house. They want me to have a stable career, but do they really want that all for me. Studying for one fucking test with my son around is a challenge enough. Studying for these exams have been hell. I've had my hair pulled, crayons stuck in my ears, toys thrown at me, and my laptop abused. I spend a lot of quality time with my son, but the one time I need my parents to watch him for me, especially during such a crucial time in the semester, its always FUCK YOU MELISSA! Thats right, FUCK me!