Oh shit, my IB Art Assessment is tomorrow.
My IB Art Assessment is tomorrow.
IB Art Assessment is tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
In the middle of doing the Evo Ring. I check it and then the window crashes. Okay, screw this.
Is it bad for me to get jealous?
My mom goes rampage when I get jealous between my siblings. And I show it frequently. In various posts I always write about how my siblings always get stuff and I get nothing. Literally, I get nothing. And the worst part is that whenever I want something I have to work for that, and it’s not even a guarantee; when it’s my brother, he asks and gets it right away.
But anyway, back on topic. I see them get shit, and she absolutely hates it when I get jealous from them. How the hell am I NOT supposed to get jealous? That bastard still hasn’t graduated school, still hasn’t got a job, and he asks for stuff and he gets it.
When I ask for stuff, my mom can literally give me a thousand reasons, which AREN’T reasonable, as to why I don’t ‘deserve’ it.
I am mad.
And now.. I have the car, and totally forgot that Rachel and I were supposed to have a little mini party in IB English just between us two. I don’t feel like getting back behind the wheel, and driving to the grocery store and get food.
And I need to study for that Hamlet test.
I think I’m ready for break. Just ONE more day!
I don’t even ask for much.. and when I do.. it’s always the same thing, “No.”
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Age is not only a number.
It defines how old you are and the way you should fucking act.
I’m being forced to move in with my grandma.
My mom wants us to move there. My grandma from my dad’s side. Ew. I’m going to hate it because I hate living with a lot of people. My aunt and her husband, my cousin and her husband and two kids, my two cousins and now we’re moving in there.
What is this fuckery? It’s a big house, but way too many people living in there, seriously. Someone needs to get the fuck out. I hate living in crowded spaces and I hate my family as it is. I’m dreading this shit.
I like staying separated from the family. My mom’s family is OKAY as it is right now. But she wants to move in because she want’s to help my grandma out, because of my grandpa passing away and all that. I’m going to repeat myself again, I’m going to fucking hate it, despise it. I don’t like noise, I don’t like yelling, and I don’t like kids. Ugh, I hate this.
I’d rather live with my grandma from my mom’s side instead. If it weren’t for that bitch living with her I’d move in straight away. My aunt doesn’t know how to talk in a monotone voice, she’s constantly yelling. I told her already, if she yells then I’m yelling right back, but the highest I can possibly yell. My older cousin Ava I’m fine with but she’s moving to college soon and then it’s those annoying ass kids that I’ll have to deal with.
What is this. WHAT IS THIS.
I’m not going to like this one bit. Ugh, I feel like throwing a puppy in a river (not really) but I want to punch someone. Really hard.
I’m so angry.
I plan something 3 days ahead, get everything settled and everything just goes out of control the last minute. I tell you in advance, leave me the alone, I’m not even going to, screw that.
Last weeks plans were ruined, the week before that, and the one before that. What the hell do you want me to do? Stay caged up in this crap house where I get no freedom? So you can just push me around and bark orders at me while you’re out having fun and spending the money you owe me.
That’s some fucked up shit. I don’t care, I’m going, and that’s that. Tired of slaving over your ass and not getting anything in return. God damn, I’m furious.
Screw this. I’m tired of being bounded by chains.
