12,000 pennies o.O
...hmm. Well, the onslaught of Christmas means my mother is going crazy and i turn alcoholic. Hahahaha.... That isn't really as funny as i thought. Hmm. But seriously, day after Thanksgiving, mummy dearest pops out of the garage with her dozens of boxes of Christmas decorations. I shit you not, at last count there was like 300 and she keeps on adding. She goes nuts until Christmas day, making sure every single ornament and decoration is in the exact right place and position. She gets so stressed I just avoid her. And drink. lol.
So... I'm thinking about getting psychiatric help again. Seriously, though. Things are just not good in my head. I keep freaking out on my little brother really bad. I don't remember what for the first time, but he took up a major attitude with me on Thanksgiving and i scratched his forehead and made him bleed. Then, Friday night, i asked him to be quieter on the computer as it was 1:30 in the morning and i wanted to sleep. Of course, being the little dick like daddy he is, he decided to be even louder. I asked him once again and yelled at him, and he called me a bitch so i slapped him hard enough that i knocked his glasses to the floor.
...I'm scaring myself lately, and it just isn't good. At all. I mean, if I'm scaring myself i need help. And Tino wants me to tell my mom, but god damn, I can't do that. She'll get depressed for a week about what a failure she is because her kids are all messed up and boo hoo and then she won't get me help anyways, she'll just yell at me for being so fucked up in the head. Meh.
I dunno. I think I'll just go talk to the counselor at school. :/ Speaking of which, i need to finish my art homework...
So... I'm thinking about getting psychiatric help again. Seriously, though. Things are just not good in my head. I keep freaking out on my little brother really bad. I don't remember what for the first time, but he took up a major attitude with me on Thanksgiving and i scratched his forehead and made him bleed. Then, Friday night, i asked him to be quieter on the computer as it was 1:30 in the morning and i wanted to sleep. Of course, being the little dick like daddy he is, he decided to be even louder. I asked him once again and yelled at him, and he called me a bitch so i slapped him hard enough that i knocked his glasses to the floor.
...I'm scaring myself lately, and it just isn't good. At all. I mean, if I'm scaring myself i need help. And Tino wants me to tell my mom, but god damn, I can't do that. She'll get depressed for a week about what a failure she is because her kids are all messed up and boo hoo and then she won't get me help anyways, she'll just yell at me for being so fucked up in the head. Meh.
I dunno. I think I'll just go talk to the counselor at school. :/ Speaking of which, i need to finish my art homework...