( Cut due to profane language and the abuse of the exclamation point... )

( E-mail from my new job... )

Bah! I need to relax, but I'm so upset. My father came to our apartment bringing his crappy, negative attitude as usual. He's upset with my sisters for something that is totally not their fault, but they're not back from school yet, and he says that he doesn't feel like yelling at them right now, so he told me to tell them something when they ( Read more... )

Okay. Yesterday was pretty bad. It sucks to work in retail. Since the holidays are over the store wants to "recooperate" and save money so, they cut many of the seasonal workers and they're reducing everyone else's hours. Of course the specialists and the team leaders are guaranteed at least 32hrs. a week, but it's hard for us to do our own ( Read more... )

Dear errr...um...job,

Fuck you. $9.50 plus shift difference an hour my ass...you're not worth it. I'm one of your best workers and I'm being treated like shit, not to mention what you entail is crap! No wonder we can never keep a baking specialist at this bogus-ass store ( Read more... )

My parents want me to start paying the light and gas bills. Damn. When I got a job, I didn't intend on paying for the things that are my parents' responsibility. So what if they're my parents?! Those bastards never want to help me! They refuse to help me with my illnesses and my college tuition, so I got a job in order to be more financially ( Read more... )

My father wants me to start paying off that student loan...LMAO ( Read more... )

If I had a gun, I'd probably murder my parents and then murder myself. I can't continue to live like this. The only choice that I have is to kill myself or to move the fuck out. I need to call someone now...*tears*

Okay. I am now home from school (which I ended up withdrawing from anyway). Home with my parents is where the hell is. My school is in Indiana and I live in Illinois so my dad had to come get me and that's a 4hr. drive. For the record, it's very easy for me to automatically become suicidal when I'm near my dad (that's a long story). In the car ( Read more... )

My mom won't stop. She keeps telling me things that makes me feel like a horrible person. She thinks that I'm making everything up about my mental disorder. She can't accept the fact that I may be a nice person trying to save myself the best way I know how. It doesn't help to know that my mother is trying to tear me down. She is so negative ( Read more... )