Been in a constant fight with my mom. Last night I shunned my brothers off of the GameCube and told them to go to sleep. My mom comes up and yells at me for doing so and tells me that my younger brother got beat up that day. She said that it was by someone who was three years older than him (the same age as my OTHER brother) and that he got a bloody nose. I told my mom that he probably deserved it, as he was most likely taunting the 'bully.' I see what he does at home. =/ He's an annoying little fuckface and to tell you the truth, if it weren't for the fact that he's a family member and that I'd get in deep shit if I ever punched him and gave him a bloody nose, I'd have kicked the shit outta him. So I continued telling my mom that age doesn't matter on the 'battlefield' and she did nothing but say "It does matter! The kid was three years older than Matt (the 'brother' who got the bloody nose)" I got pissed off and went upstairs and didn't see her for the rest of the night.
Today I tell her that I want to go to the gym and she says "I'm not going because my shoulders are sore." I get pissed off, because we didn't go yesterday, and we're not going today, or tomorrow since I'm not gonna be here. Or the weekend, since I'm not gonna be here. She really pisses me off sometimes. And it seems as though she does NOTHING but complain to me. About how hard her life is and all of the family problems and shit that she has to deal with. I feel like telling her to just shut the fuck up. I have my own problems, like I really need to listen to her's when they're stupid and consist of "OMG! Uncle Joe is bringing over the dog soon! My carpet is going to be full with dog hairs!" Really, who the fuck cares about your carpet? I dunno if she feels that she's obligated to tell me all of her problems since I'm the oldest. But it's seriously pissing me off. Haven't seen the shrink in a month, nor my therapist for a month or two.
And all of this shit is happening at the wrong time. I haven't been taking my meds since they slow down my metabolism, and that's not really helping my emotional situation at all, and now my mom is being a complete bitch. Thank god I'm leaving for camping tomorrow and she's not gonna be there. Speaking of which, not gonna be here Friday, Saturday and Sunday, though you should've picked that up from my other paragraph.
I need sleep. I've been going to sleep at 2 AM and waking up at fucking 10:00 AM. It just isn't enough sleep, but I can't do anything about it because my family is so fucking loud and obnoxious in the morning. Not to mention my sister does nothing but cry. Constantly. And she's so loud when doing so.
Ugh, I just need to get away from this fucked up house that I'm in. I hate it so much. counted stars at
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