Life. Ugh.
First of all, lemme just start by apologizing for my long absence. Life sucks and work sucks, and it's all with the suckage. I'm getting really antsy here, I feel like I should move soon, just because I cannot seem to control my temper around the twits I call my family anymore.
Some of you know what happened with us and my dad, and some don't, I'm not gonna rehash it again, but the stress from being the only employed one is getting to me.
If something were to happen, I'd have to support the ungrateful bastards by myself, something no one else seems to get. I work 10 hour shifts, then I have about 2 hours and a half to 3 hours of daily commute. I am basically beyond tired when I get home. Hence the absence.
And yet, it doesn't seem to matter to them that I'm working so much.
They seem to always prance around my room when I'm sleeping on my days off, and I could yell at them for hours and force them to promise not to do it anymore, they'll still do it.
Can't they understand the term insomnia? It takes me up to two hours to fall asleep when I'm tired sometimes (if I do fall asleep). And, of course, I'm a light sleeper, so when you wake me up, there is no way I'm going to go back to sleep before I tire myself out again.
So today, I blew up at my aunt for one hell of stupid thing, but it bugs me. I fixed myself a plate of pasta for lunch, walked to the cabinet to grab a glass when I saw her digging out of my plate. I immediately yelled at her, cause I'm so sick of me doing things and them taking them, and hello, my plate?
This aunt is like... the one who thinks she's allowed everything. Every time I have a glass in my hand, she swipes it and drinks the contents. And I hate that. I loathe it.
If you ask me nicely, I'll give you a sip or even offer to pour you a glass. But I loathe it when someone drinks out of my glass like that. Must be the fact that I have always been pretty much alone, and kinda hate people.
And, she got pissed. I tried to explain to her that I hated that and that if she wanted, she could just serve herself into her plate instead of eating out of mine, but she got upset. I took my plate, my glass and a fork and went to my room to eat lunch, which is where I still am.
Now really, am I asking that much? I just wanna sleep on my days off, not get bothered and eat out of a private plate, instead of a public one.
So, yeah, that's my life update. Ain't it fucking cool?
Some of you know what happened with us and my dad, and some don't, I'm not gonna rehash it again, but the stress from being the only employed one is getting to me.
If something were to happen, I'd have to support the ungrateful bastards by myself, something no one else seems to get. I work 10 hour shifts, then I have about 2 hours and a half to 3 hours of daily commute. I am basically beyond tired when I get home. Hence the absence.
And yet, it doesn't seem to matter to them that I'm working so much.
They seem to always prance around my room when I'm sleeping on my days off, and I could yell at them for hours and force them to promise not to do it anymore, they'll still do it.
Can't they understand the term insomnia? It takes me up to two hours to fall asleep when I'm tired sometimes (if I do fall asleep). And, of course, I'm a light sleeper, so when you wake me up, there is no way I'm going to go back to sleep before I tire myself out again.
So today, I blew up at my aunt for one hell of stupid thing, but it bugs me. I fixed myself a plate of pasta for lunch, walked to the cabinet to grab a glass when I saw her digging out of my plate. I immediately yelled at her, cause I'm so sick of me doing things and them taking them, and hello, my plate?
This aunt is like... the one who thinks she's allowed everything. Every time I have a glass in my hand, she swipes it and drinks the contents. And I hate that. I loathe it.
If you ask me nicely, I'll give you a sip or even offer to pour you a glass. But I loathe it when someone drinks out of my glass like that. Must be the fact that I have always been pretty much alone, and kinda hate people.
And, she got pissed. I tried to explain to her that I hated that and that if she wanted, she could just serve herself into her plate instead of eating out of mine, but she got upset. I took my plate, my glass and a fork and went to my room to eat lunch, which is where I still am.
Now really, am I asking that much? I just wanna sleep on my days off, not get bothered and eat out of a private plate, instead of a public one.
So, yeah, that's my life update. Ain't it fucking cool?