What's even the point?
My brother's suicidal and my mum's a depressed raging bitch and they both keep going on at me, as if i'm the problem. For example, me and my brother arrived home before my mum so I asked him what was for tea. He said spaghetti bolognaise and so I was like oh i had that for dinner, hmm not sure if I want it again.
It was a throwaway comment. I dont really give a fuck what I have for tea.
He told my mum that I said I didnt want it as soon as she got home so she started shouting at me and being a bitch and now she isnt making any tea. All this bullshit for a nothing comment.
All in all, it is making me very unhappy.
And it's ridiculous because it's a stupid, tiny little issue that shouldnt even matter.
I wish she'd hurry the fuck up and get some anti-depressants. Maybe then things will be a little easier around here.
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