Post by Deli on Jan 2, 2011 19:50:33 GMT -5
I might be absent for a while. Things at home are rough, and other problems have happened.
My stepdad and stepsister are being bastards. That f**king prissy, lazyass, pregnant doging, jackwagon thinks that if she just asks Daddy if she can have the top bunk on MY new bed without even asking me, she can have it. And she got it. It's hers. David gave my bed to her without even asking how I felt. I have to sleep on the bottom now, and I'm always afraid that it will fall on me. She always refers to my room as ''our room'', but when she's here she snaps at me for not cleaning it, she criticizes it, and she just sits there typing away on her fancy Dell laptop. We usually get along very well, but that was the next to last straw. I told her very kindly and simply; ''I guess David must've forgotten the extra hundred for Mom to get us school clothes, huh?'' And she has the gall to go and tell him the next day that I whined and carried on about it while she put me in my place ''like a hero'', to say, by retorting; ''Well, yeah, but the beds were 1000 dollars each. And Daddy paid for all of it (correction; both my mother and her dad paid an equal share), and it doesn't seem fair.''
Second of all, David has made me angry beyond reason. I used to really really like David, but now he's constantly yelling at my mother for stupid things and complains about how hard he works. All he does is sit on his ass at the computer and buy comic books for his collection in the basment. He also complains that Mother doesn't work enough and that he's carrying this family. The reason Mother can't work enough is because she's a nurse and she gets cancelled a lot sometimes. When she is working, it's long shifts and coming home in the morning. David goes to the firehouse or the ambulance service (he's a med and a fireman) and sits around lazily all day until he gets a call. He totally exploded on Mother when she talked to him about Princess B!tchington coming into my room and claiming my bunk. But worst, WORST OF ALL, HE HAS THE NERVE TO INSULT MY GRANDMOTHER, WHO RECENTLY PASSED AWAY AND WAS ALWAYS MY SECOND MOTHER. ''Your mother got what she deserved!'' he days to Mother. ''She was always mean to my kids, and she got what she deserved!'' She had a reason to be mean; they can be inconsiderate brats! They've said so many foul things about her while she was alive! He has the f**king nerve to insult my grandmother, the woman who pushed me, disciplined me, and without whom (along with Mother) I would not be where I am today.
Lastly, Odie (one of my dogs) is gone. Odie is my best friend and has been with me since I was seven. I don't know if he's dead, alive, or that he ran off. I've cried so much tonight that I can't cry anymore. I am nothing without him, and I will always be nothing if he never returns. It's all my fault, I just had to let the dogs out overnight.
Bottomline; I'm an idiot.
I'll be back when David and the Princess apologize, and when Odie comes home. I'll miss you all very much and I promise that if Odie turns out to be okay, I'll be back.
My stepdad and stepsister are being bastards. That f**king prissy, lazyass, pregnant doging, jackwagon thinks that if she just asks Daddy if she can have the top bunk on MY new bed without even asking me, she can have it. And she got it. It's hers. David gave my bed to her without even asking how I felt. I have to sleep on the bottom now, and I'm always afraid that it will fall on me. She always refers to my room as ''our room'', but when she's here she snaps at me for not cleaning it, she criticizes it, and she just sits there typing away on her fancy Dell laptop. We usually get along very well, but that was the next to last straw. I told her very kindly and simply; ''I guess David must've forgotten the extra hundred for Mom to get us school clothes, huh?'' And she has the gall to go and tell him the next day that I whined and carried on about it while she put me in my place ''like a hero'', to say, by retorting; ''Well, yeah, but the beds were 1000 dollars each. And Daddy paid for all of it (correction; both my mother and her dad paid an equal share), and it doesn't seem fair.''
Second of all, David has made me angry beyond reason. I used to really really like David, but now he's constantly yelling at my mother for stupid things and complains about how hard he works. All he does is sit on his ass at the computer and buy comic books for his collection in the basment. He also complains that Mother doesn't work enough and that he's carrying this family. The reason Mother can't work enough is because she's a nurse and she gets cancelled a lot sometimes. When she is working, it's long shifts and coming home in the morning. David goes to the firehouse or the ambulance service (he's a med and a fireman) and sits around lazily all day until he gets a call. He totally exploded on Mother when she talked to him about Princess B!tchington coming into my room and claiming my bunk. But worst, WORST OF ALL, HE HAS THE NERVE TO INSULT MY GRANDMOTHER, WHO RECENTLY PASSED AWAY AND WAS ALWAYS MY SECOND MOTHER. ''Your mother got what she deserved!'' he days to Mother. ''She was always mean to my kids, and she got what she deserved!'' She had a reason to be mean; they can be inconsiderate brats! They've said so many foul things about her while she was alive! He has the f**king nerve to insult my grandmother, the woman who pushed me, disciplined me, and without whom (along with Mother) I would not be where I am today.
Lastly, Odie (one of my dogs) is gone. Odie is my best friend and has been with me since I was seven. I don't know if he's dead, alive, or that he ran off. I've cried so much tonight that I can't cry anymore. I am nothing without him, and I will always be nothing if he never returns. It's all my fault, I just had to let the dogs out overnight.
Bottomline; I'm an idiot.
I'll be back when David and the Princess apologize, and when Odie comes home. I'll miss you all very much and I promise that if Odie turns out to be okay, I'll be back.
