Entry: December 29, 2008 @ 12:52 PM
im running from the inferno.
Just when you think you've escaped the jaws of hell, the flames come back up to engulf you. that's what i feel like. Seriously. Don't you hate it when parents treat you with the exact same attitude they expect their children NOT to have? Whatever happened to God's "GOLDEN RULE" - Treat Others The Way You Would Want To Be Treated. My ass does that rule apply in my house. Sometimes I wish I had a recording device - a tape recorder,or maybe a camcorder, recording every second of my life. Then maybe, I could play it back for my parents to see EXACTLY what they demand from me. ESPECIALLY when they're mad at me, they just pick at all the little things and expect me not to say anything. They got mad at me for not doing the dishes when I did it last night - they were jut trying to make me do something this morning so I couldn't sleep and they were trying to punish me for giving them attitude. BUT LISTEN TO THIS - when they're groggy and tired in the morning, esp. if they were up late doing something - i have to suck it up and "understand" that they were sleepy. I have to give them the benefit of the doubt that they were not at all angry, just sleepy, but see, I never get that luxury.
Another thing - they rush me to do all sorts of housework. They chirp at me to get it done. I'LL GET IT DONE, GODAMMIT. If I get it done, I get it done, why does it matter what time I start? I know when it HAS to be done, who cares when the frig I start. GEEZ. I'm 18 frikken years old. Honestly, in my head, amongst the chaos taking place in person, I imagined two vultures, nit-picking at all the skin on my bones, or nit-picking at my soul and taking away my life. If I were ever to talk to them in the manner they talk to me, boy would I get it. If i just acted like them for ONE WHOLE DAY - just one whole day - and act EXACTLY how they would for that day, then they would see. They would see how I feel.
You don't even know. It's soAGGRAVATING!@#$%^#%$
Another thing - they rush me to do all sorts of housework. They chirp at me to get it done. I'LL GET IT DONE, GODAMMIT. If I get it done, I get it done, why does it matter what time I start? I know when it HAS to be done, who cares when the frig I start. GEEZ. I'm 18 frikken years old. Honestly, in my head, amongst the chaos taking place in person, I imagined two vultures, nit-picking at all the skin on my bones, or nit-picking at my soul and taking away my life. If I were ever to talk to them in the manner they talk to me, boy would I get it. If i just acted like them for ONE WHOLE DAY - just one whole day - and act EXACTLY how they would for that day, then they would see. They would see how I feel. You don't even know. It's so
4 Comments:
Loser, rofl =D
You know i love your blogs and i'm here for you =)
December 31, 2008 at 6:45 AM
Parents are just gonna try to find a way to keep their "baby" intact knowing that they're growing up. They'll baby you as long as they can because they know it's time for us to go on our own soon.
December 31, 2008 at 3:23 PM
I understand nikki, somewhere in the 80-95% range
December 31, 2008 at 7:07 PM
oh wait that wasn't funny, and also partly didn't make sense. awesome. i ment I almost completely understand :P
December 31, 2008 at 11:35 PM
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