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May. 28th, 2006 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shamanicshayminI want to stay at the neighbor's house or something. Heck, take me anywhere until Mom and Dad are well. I'm sick of being punished for having the least bit of happiness, for building myself up after months and months of being upset and sad. I'm tired of waking up feeling enthusiastic and creative, ready to write or make 37652974982674 icons after being blocked and sapped of all inspiration for months and months and months, only to have it POISONED or dissolved thanks to Mom screaming and ordering and catering Dad to her whims and yelling uncomfortable "jokes" and moaning about her TMIish life and problems and it just... destroys me. I set out to do one thing right and I get kicked in the dirt and/or criticized instead.
Haha, Mom and Dad are fighting again right now. I remember telling Dad I wanted to live in a soundproof home so I would've have to listen to them do that. He says, "Oh, of course. It won't happen." HARDY HAR, DAD. LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. I KNEW IT ALL ALONG. Not only that, I get my lovely morning spoiled by being forced to listen to Mom ramble angrily at my dog then cackling at my Dad about God, Jesus or whatever "spilling his seed" upon the Earth or something.
I dedicate myself to live innocently and look what the fuck happens.
"Ohhhhh, Giselle! She's in that part of her mania where the teeniest annoyed tone offends her! You've GOT to forgive her! I swear she'll be better by tomorrow!"
You said the same thing LAST NIGHT, Dad. And the night before that. And that!
Hey flist. Do any of you have a spare room I can stay in? I want to pack my video games, computer files, plushies and gunk outta here. I can't take this anymore. Notice whenever I use the "irl" or "family" tags, 99.98% of the time, it's an unhappy entry.
Haha, Mom and Dad are fighting again right now. I remember telling Dad I wanted to live in a soundproof home so I would've have to listen to them do that. He says, "Oh, of course. It won't happen." HARDY HAR, DAD. LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. I KNEW IT ALL ALONG. Not only that, I get my lovely morning spoiled by being forced to listen to Mom ramble angrily at my dog then cackling at my Dad about God, Jesus or whatever "spilling his seed" upon the Earth or something.
I dedicate myself to live innocently and look what the fuck happens.
"Ohhhhh, Giselle! She's in that part of her mania where the teeniest annoyed tone offends her! You've GOT to forgive her! I swear she'll be better by tomorrow!"
You said the same thing LAST NIGHT, Dad. And the night before that. And that!
Hey flist. Do any of you have a spare room I can stay in? I want to pack my video games, computer files, plushies and gunk outta here. I can't take this anymore. Notice whenever I use the "irl" or "family" tags, 99.98% of the time, it's an unhappy entry.
