Break My Frustration, Crack the Walls That Hold Me Inside
Never Seen the Light Coming Shining Through
I'm about ready to scream. This is getting ridiculous. My mom started yelling at me again this morning and it was completely bullshit.
I took a little extra time to get ready for school today. Why? Because we don't have to be at school at 7:20 every fucking day. School doesn't even start until 7:45 and they don't start teaching you anything until almost 8 o'clock. So what does it matter if I don't come down until 7:25? We're not going to be late. It takes 4 minutes to get to school from my house. So I didn't really see the problem.
My sister threw a fit though. The morning apparently is her "only time" to hang out with friends and everything. How much do I care? Not a lot. You see your friends every fucking day. God forbid the one morning that I take a little longer than usual. But when the situation is reversed and you're taking forever, we have to wait for you. Doesn't make a lot of sense.
So my mom starts on my case the second I get downstairs. We're not late, you don't have to leave for work for a while. But apparently I have something stuck up my ass and I'm the biggest bitch in the whole world because I came down a little later than usual. *nods* That's right. Can I get a prize? Because I come down 10 minutes later than I normally do for school, I am a sadistic bitch and I deserve to watch over hell for all eternity.
Of course, this then spawns her yelling at me for not having done the laundry yesterday. I did the laundry. I folded it and brought it upstairs and everything. Just because I had other shit to do and I didn't get the chance to put it away, suck the nuts I don't have. I was a little more concerned with the filling out of the job applications and bringing them back and then doing my homework. But, yeah, apparently, I'm going to hell for that one too.
Day before last she's on my ass for not having a job and not looking. So then I do look and I get like 5 applications and I fill them out and then I bring them back, and now I get bitched at for bringing them back and filling them out when apparently I should be cleaning the house. Okay. That's cool. So how about fuck the job and I'll just stay home and clean. Because if I get a job and I fucking get reemed every day for not having cleaned, I'm going to just quit. How I am supposed to clean the fucking house every day and then have a job which would take up the time in which I should be cleaning it, I don't understand. Mom doesn't even clean anymore so she can't bitch about that. She goes to work and cooks. Okay, she puts the laundry in the wash... well I have to take it out and put it in the drier and fold it and vacuum. Half the time she doesn't even cook anyway. So what does it matter? She's not doing half as much as she used to.
And I'm getting bitched at twice as much.
Who the fuck knows. I'm about ready to say "fuck you" and just give up. I feel like shit. I'm so fucking tired. It's not even funny. And my mind is starting to hate me again. *gags* And no one is really helping. But that's okay. I'll just do what I always do. And everyone else can do what they always do. nothing And between the lot of us, I'll just keel over and die and watch while everyone else goes about what ever it is that they do from day to day.
it's the only thing I know how to do
I'm about ready to scream. This is getting ridiculous. My mom started yelling at me again this morning and it was completely bullshit.
I took a little extra time to get ready for school today. Why? Because we don't have to be at school at 7:20 every fucking day. School doesn't even start until 7:45 and they don't start teaching you anything until almost 8 o'clock. So what does it matter if I don't come down until 7:25? We're not going to be late. It takes 4 minutes to get to school from my house. So I didn't really see the problem.
My sister threw a fit though. The morning apparently is her "only time" to hang out with friends and everything. How much do I care? Not a lot. You see your friends every fucking day. God forbid the one morning that I take a little longer than usual. But when the situation is reversed and you're taking forever, we have to wait for you. Doesn't make a lot of sense.
So my mom starts on my case the second I get downstairs. We're not late, you don't have to leave for work for a while. But apparently I have something stuck up my ass and I'm the biggest bitch in the whole world because I came down a little later than usual. *nods* That's right. Can I get a prize? Because I come down 10 minutes later than I normally do for school, I am a sadistic bitch and I deserve to watch over hell for all eternity.
Of course, this then spawns her yelling at me for not having done the laundry yesterday. I did the laundry. I folded it and brought it upstairs and everything. Just because I had other shit to do and I didn't get the chance to put it away, suck the nuts I don't have. I was a little more concerned with the filling out of the job applications and bringing them back and then doing my homework. But, yeah, apparently, I'm going to hell for that one too.
Day before last she's on my ass for not having a job and not looking. So then I do look and I get like 5 applications and I fill them out and then I bring them back, and now I get bitched at for bringing them back and filling them out when apparently I should be cleaning the house. Okay. That's cool. So how about fuck the job and I'll just stay home and clean. Because if I get a job and I fucking get reemed every day for not having cleaned, I'm going to just quit. How I am supposed to clean the fucking house every day and then have a job which would take up the time in which I should be cleaning it, I don't understand. Mom doesn't even clean anymore so she can't bitch about that. She goes to work and cooks. Okay, she puts the laundry in the wash... well I have to take it out and put it in the drier and fold it and vacuum. Half the time she doesn't even cook anyway. So what does it matter? She's not doing half as much as she used to.
And I'm getting bitched at twice as much.
Who the fuck knows. I'm about ready to say "fuck you" and just give up. I feel like shit. I'm so fucking tired. It's not even funny. And my mind is starting to hate me again. *gags* And no one is really helping. But that's okay. I'll just do what I always do. And everyone else can do what they always do. nothing And between the lot of us, I'll just keel over and die and watch while everyone else goes about what ever it is that they do from day to day.
it's the only thing I know how to do