Sokara
09-05-05, 05:52 PM
I'm frustrated.
I guess my dad and Ann are tight on money right now, because they've been pretty mean lately.
Ann and I got in the stupidest fight ever. Well, not really, because she's the queen of bitching about stupid things. But whatever.
I've been sick since Thursday. Like, barely being able to stand up sick. I had to call in sick to work twice which caused the first little issue with my dad. Work wanted me to get a note from a doctor saying I was really sick, but I don't have any money and neither does my dad. So I told him I needed to go to a docter, he said we don't have a docter, I said I need to go to any docter, he says I have to pay for it, I say I don't have any money, he yells at me, I yell at him saying it's not that much to ask for him to be a father once in a while. I really don't ask that much from them. We all keep to ourselves and barely ever talk to eachother or anything. We all hate eachother quite frankly, because we're all a bunch of selfish pricks. Anyway.
Today I fried up some vegetables. Because I'm hungry. And I haven't done my dishes in a while because I've been sick. I can barely cook my own food you think it wouldn't be that much to ask to put off doing two pots for a few days. My step mom makes a big deal out of it. I was eating out of the pan so I wouldn't have to use a bowl. She comes in and yells at me and tries to take my food. I was holding on to it as hard as I could (was hoping she'd burn herself on the metal) so of course it ended up going all over the place. So I have couliflower and carrots all over my room. I slam my door, she barges in again of course, calls me a stupid bitch, blahdeblah, says tons of nice stuff. Whatever.
The thing is, what's anoying is this is like her coping mechanism. Those two pots were NOT a big deal. The kitchen is filthy. The sink's full of dishes, none of which are mine except the pots, although she probably decided they were all mine irregardless. There's food and coffee all over the kitchen, it's a ****ing pen, and none of that crap's my fault. Two pots wasn't the problem. But whenever she gets stressed out she takes it out on me.
I'm just so sick of this.
I don't turn 18 until December. I'm doing my best to be able to move out by January, although that's going to be a bit harder now because I'm probably going to get fired for not having that note. I'll probably aim for December now though, the reason I wasn't is because my birthday's 11 days before Christmas and that's the only time we pretend to like eachother. Thought it would be mean to move out 3 days before Christmas or whatever.
I've already cut my biological mom out of my life(and I'm a lot happier for it). They're getting snipped too, thank god, but there's nothing I can do about it right now and I'm just so frigging sick of it.
I don't know if I even have any good reason to whine. They're verbally abusive and neglectful or whatever, but I think I'm really just being a brat. I just know that this isn't how I want to live.
I thought I'd write about it because I just need to put off finding a way to cope. I'm trying to stop cutting myself but they've always been my biggest trigger. I really want to stop. So I'm sure I won't do it, but I don't have any other coping skills either. Luckilly I'm getting the hell out of this house in less than an hour.
So irritated...
I guess my dad and Ann are tight on money right now, because they've been pretty mean lately.
Ann and I got in the stupidest fight ever. Well, not really, because she's the queen of bitching about stupid things. But whatever.
I've been sick since Thursday. Like, barely being able to stand up sick. I had to call in sick to work twice which caused the first little issue with my dad. Work wanted me to get a note from a doctor saying I was really sick, but I don't have any money and neither does my dad. So I told him I needed to go to a docter, he said we don't have a docter, I said I need to go to any docter, he says I have to pay for it, I say I don't have any money, he yells at me, I yell at him saying it's not that much to ask for him to be a father once in a while. I really don't ask that much from them. We all keep to ourselves and barely ever talk to eachother or anything. We all hate eachother quite frankly, because we're all a bunch of selfish pricks. Anyway.
Today I fried up some vegetables. Because I'm hungry. And I haven't done my dishes in a while because I've been sick. I can barely cook my own food you think it wouldn't be that much to ask to put off doing two pots for a few days. My step mom makes a big deal out of it. I was eating out of the pan so I wouldn't have to use a bowl. She comes in and yells at me and tries to take my food. I was holding on to it as hard as I could (was hoping she'd burn herself on the metal) so of course it ended up going all over the place. So I have couliflower and carrots all over my room. I slam my door, she barges in again of course, calls me a stupid bitch, blahdeblah, says tons of nice stuff. Whatever.
The thing is, what's anoying is this is like her coping mechanism. Those two pots were NOT a big deal. The kitchen is filthy. The sink's full of dishes, none of which are mine except the pots, although she probably decided they were all mine irregardless. There's food and coffee all over the kitchen, it's a ****ing pen, and none of that crap's my fault. Two pots wasn't the problem. But whenever she gets stressed out she takes it out on me.
I'm just so sick of this.
I don't turn 18 until December. I'm doing my best to be able to move out by January, although that's going to be a bit harder now because I'm probably going to get fired for not having that note. I'll probably aim for December now though, the reason I wasn't is because my birthday's 11 days before Christmas and that's the only time we pretend to like eachother. Thought it would be mean to move out 3 days before Christmas or whatever.
I've already cut my biological mom out of my life(and I'm a lot happier for it). They're getting snipped too, thank god, but there's nothing I can do about it right now and I'm just so frigging sick of it.
I don't know if I even have any good reason to whine. They're verbally abusive and neglectful or whatever, but I think I'm really just being a brat. I just know that this isn't how I want to live.
I thought I'd write about it because I just need to put off finding a way to cope. I'm trying to stop cutting myself but they've always been my biggest trigger. I really want to stop. So I'm sure I won't do it, but I don't have any other coping skills either. Luckilly I'm getting the hell out of this house in less than an hour.
So irritated...