(no subject)
everyone is always wondering why i loathe the word family. mostyly because i loathe mine.
the only cool person that was a member of my family is gone. shes been gones for 2 and a half years. i still cant accept the fact that shes gone. My grand mother was the coolest person ever, but she had to leave the country every then and again. Then she was on a routine trip to holland. and shes talking to me one day saying she getting a plane ticket to come back. then literally the next day she died. so its just like shes still over seas. and shell come back anyday. and this is when my family rocketed downhill right into the ground. the following month my parents got divorced.
i hate my family for multiple reasons:
1. My dad
2. My sister
3. My mom
4. the fact that we cant be together for more than a hour with out argueing about something stuipd.
5. The fact that im always broke but everyone else isnt.
My dad: My dad is an asshole, not very smart, selfish, incompetent and bad tempered. Hes an asshole because of the ways he acts to other people in public. i dont like assholes. he raises hell everywhere he goes. he wonders why he doesnt have friends. Hes not the smartest person in the world because on all his hours of solitude, he has no human contact, watches the news sometimes, and football the rest of the time. he cant formulae sentences very fast. so its like talking to a tree sometimes. hes selfish in the fact that when he has money it has to be spent on god knows what. he has beer in the fridge before he has milk. im sitting there broke when he drives up in a jaguar. and i ask him for money and he says he doesnt have any. i hate fucking liars. his incompetence has him not able to keep a job, fixing things properly, and maintaning a relationship.
My sister: My sister is the definiton of the word bitch. she is fucking spoiled, im not her servant, shes very territorial and possesive. she thinks that the whole world revolves around her. she get whatever she wants at the snap of her fingers. she walks all over me ordering me around, and when i say no shes all like what the fuck did i do and i says i dont feel like beng your servant. oh well that shit didnt fly. fuck her. and godforbid i touch her stuff or go into her room. i use something and give it back i get interrogated. she uses something of mine and breaks it, its an oops sorry. im sick of her.shes 21 she said she can make it on her own id love to see her try.
My mom: My mom is close minded, has to have everthing her way or no way, and shes pompous. i can talk to my mom for hours on end explaining something, but if she has the idea in her mind she will stick to it until shes proven wrong and even then she gets some other ridiculous idea, its impossible to persuade her to do anything. my room is the way i want it sometimes, but my mom want it her way or i can sleep on my computer chair (which is a recliner anyways). she must have everything done the way she wants it or she flies off the handle and either breaks it or does it herself and stays mad at me for the rest of the day/night/evening/week. she also thinks very high of herself. when she sees me doing something that is undergrade or not acceptable to her she gives me a look like im not her son or what the fuck are you doing. it pisses me off. shes been living with her loaded boyfriend in belgium. thats where she gets it from.
Me: I am not perfect i know. my flaws arent bad i dont see how im related to my family. I am lazy, and thats pretty much it. im making this post public to see if anybody wants to point out any bad points about me. please tell me. i will not be mad. tell me anything that you have ever wanted to tell me. i really want to know.
Thats my family. now you know why i loathe that word. I cant ever talk to my family about anything even slightly personal. its just not comfortable. that why matt is the best thing that ever happened to me. i can talk to him about anything. he is the best. hes like my brother. but froma differnt mom and dad. it will be hard leaving him and a selct few other people when i graduate high school and move away to boston.
The holidays have past. finally. i got a bag of cookies from matts mom. and a piece of artwork from my friend that owns a tatoo parlor. i didnt get any money, no presents, no clothes, nothing that ive been asking for. Happy fucking holidays, motherfuckers.
If you read this whole entry, you probably mean alot to me, and you are probably one of the ones that will be tough to leave, and you probably care about me. if you are, i love you.
the only cool person that was a member of my family is gone. shes been gones for 2 and a half years. i still cant accept the fact that shes gone. My grand mother was the coolest person ever, but she had to leave the country every then and again. Then she was on a routine trip to holland. and shes talking to me one day saying she getting a plane ticket to come back. then literally the next day she died. so its just like shes still over seas. and shell come back anyday. and this is when my family rocketed downhill right into the ground. the following month my parents got divorced.
i hate my family for multiple reasons:
1. My dad
2. My sister
3. My mom
4. the fact that we cant be together for more than a hour with out argueing about something stuipd.
5. The fact that im always broke but everyone else isnt.
My dad: My dad is an asshole, not very smart, selfish, incompetent and bad tempered. Hes an asshole because of the ways he acts to other people in public. i dont like assholes. he raises hell everywhere he goes. he wonders why he doesnt have friends. Hes not the smartest person in the world because on all his hours of solitude, he has no human contact, watches the news sometimes, and football the rest of the time. he cant formulae sentences very fast. so its like talking to a tree sometimes. hes selfish in the fact that when he has money it has to be spent on god knows what. he has beer in the fridge before he has milk. im sitting there broke when he drives up in a jaguar. and i ask him for money and he says he doesnt have any. i hate fucking liars. his incompetence has him not able to keep a job, fixing things properly, and maintaning a relationship.
My sister: My sister is the definiton of the word bitch. she is fucking spoiled, im not her servant, shes very territorial and possesive. she thinks that the whole world revolves around her. she get whatever she wants at the snap of her fingers. she walks all over me ordering me around, and when i say no shes all like what the fuck did i do and i says i dont feel like beng your servant. oh well that shit didnt fly. fuck her. and godforbid i touch her stuff or go into her room. i use something and give it back i get interrogated. she uses something of mine and breaks it, its an oops sorry. im sick of her.shes 21 she said she can make it on her own id love to see her try.
My mom: My mom is close minded, has to have everthing her way or no way, and shes pompous. i can talk to my mom for hours on end explaining something, but if she has the idea in her mind she will stick to it until shes proven wrong and even then she gets some other ridiculous idea, its impossible to persuade her to do anything. my room is the way i want it sometimes, but my mom want it her way or i can sleep on my computer chair (which is a recliner anyways). she must have everything done the way she wants it or she flies off the handle and either breaks it or does it herself and stays mad at me for the rest of the day/night/evening/week. she also thinks very high of herself. when she sees me doing something that is undergrade or not acceptable to her she gives me a look like im not her son or what the fuck are you doing. it pisses me off. shes been living with her loaded boyfriend in belgium. thats where she gets it from.
Me: I am not perfect i know. my flaws arent bad i dont see how im related to my family. I am lazy, and thats pretty much it. im making this post public to see if anybody wants to point out any bad points about me. please tell me. i will not be mad. tell me anything that you have ever wanted to tell me. i really want to know.
Thats my family. now you know why i loathe that word. I cant ever talk to my family about anything even slightly personal. its just not comfortable. that why matt is the best thing that ever happened to me. i can talk to him about anything. he is the best. hes like my brother. but froma differnt mom and dad. it will be hard leaving him and a selct few other people when i graduate high school and move away to boston.
The holidays have past. finally. i got a bag of cookies from matts mom. and a piece of artwork from my friend that owns a tatoo parlor. i didnt get any money, no presents, no clothes, nothing that ive been asking for. Happy fucking holidays, motherfuckers.
If you read this whole entry, you probably mean alot to me, and you are probably one of the ones that will be tough to leave, and you probably care about me. if you are, i love you.