This blog will serve as a writing tool for me and a form of psychiatry for me. So many things frustrate and piss me off lately that sometimes I feel like snapping.
Today I got to wake up to the sound of banging thanks to my parents having work done in my house. The want is to move out, the need is to get the hell out of here!
Next I stumble up the stairs to the sweet smell of coffee. Without at least one cup, I'm pretty useless and can even more easily be pissed off. Luckily my uncle, the contractor, waited until I had 2 cups before asking me for help. I swore to not get involved in this b.s. so that my mother could never blame me when this project doesn't come out the way she wants it to, which it is bound to. But I am apparently obligated to help, as I still live in their house.
Apparently the parentals don't get the idea that people need to sleep sometime when they juggle between 2, more consistent, part time jobs and many other part time jobs. From what I'm learning is in their minds, is that one does not need sleep or rest. So when I die by the age of 30, we'll know who to blame...
