I realize I may not be the nicest person in the world 24/7 when I get really annoyed and then pissed, especially when my period is 4 weeks late. This right here, is a boiling turmoil of hormonal frustration and don't fuck with me-ness. With added work related stress and a recent reaction to the haze, coupled with the flu i caught, that turmoil ain't going no where near fluffy cloud town with a pretty rainbow. No teletubies gonna run over the hill. So yea mum today, or this weekend where I have been sick and am in the worst possible mood for another one of your "why are you so lazy, your father has just worked a 12 hour shift and you just sit there while he does the dishes" yea mum, I despicably refused to wash the dishes because my hands DO NOT react to the dishwashing soap, NOT BECAUSE I may be dripping mucus every fucking 10 seconds, ESPECIALLY NOT when I'm having a fever, and OF COURSE NOT BECAUSE I'm in a pissy mood. Oh and one more thing, amongst the three children that you conceived, am I the only one not at home on the weekend. Am I not the only one who ate dinner, was I the one who flushed the toilet with the sit up when someone's towel was so obviously just above. Fuck this shit, I try to be understanding and I try to not be a selfish bitch, but woman, some days you make me wanna shove it in your face how much of a selfish bitch I can be and have the potential to be if you keep messing with my mental stability at the moment.
But seriously, it must be so awesome to be a selfish lying son of a bitch with no conscience. You die with no regrets. But maybe I'm thinking too much and it's the hormones inducing this kind I reaction to an otherwise daily routine where my mother speaks to me like I'm the only child she bore whom has to be the dutiful daughter who takes care of the house 24/7 like I don't have a life and this is not my weekend off fighting a flu and the fucking haze. Yes my two brothers are not people, they are fuckin princes in their ivory tower. Oh boo hoo one hates his job and is miserable, ad the other is having an awesome time partying and forsaking his future, yea mum I know but maybe I have problems too? Yea I don't blather on about my problems or brood miserably, but at least I try to deal with them on my own. That DOES NOT mean I have to listen to every single person's fucking problem in the family. Yes I'm nice and listen to all that crap frequently because I am stuck in the same beadroom as you but give me some fuckin space. Just a little? Is that so much to ask. I really need to blow off some steam but guess what, I feel like crap because I an sick. The world is so full of fucking clichés. I need to beat up something an make it cry to complete the package.
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