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Jan. 25th, 2005 08:02 amI did nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was just minding my own business... I didn't have anything to worry about.
Of course, my parents certainly do. And they remind me of that, oh, I don't know, 24 fucking 7. "Oh, Puri is just fine... let's push her our problems 'cause yay, we live under the same roof!" Stupidity. Stop it, I have nothing to do with them.
Children. That's what they are. Whiny, ignorant children. Children, go fight in the next room so I don't have to hear you. Children, stop making a big deal over the smallest things and waking me from bed pulling your hairs over it. We. Have. Clothes. And oh my God, it's not like that wearing the same T-Shirt for more than one day isn't something I haven't been doing since we moved here. All my dirty clothes are in the exact same place I was told to put them--only reason they haven't been washed and that my drawers are empty is because you're too lazy and more interested in screaming your guts out than *gasp* actually DO something. Is it any wonder I'm the one doing all the cleaning in the house?
I'm tired of putting up with your problems. Because they AREN'T. MINE. Not now, not ever. College life doesn't sound bad right now--they complain about no clothes, food, and money? They'll be so shocked how stable I'll be with so little. Not to mention I don't have to put up with their whining anymore. Yay! :D And I can do college work and go on the computer, and I can finally work on fanfic without being interrupted.
I will not snap down. I will not be like my parents. I will not be a raving lunatic who can only her point across by screaming her lungs out while ignoring the bleeding wounded tugging her leg for it to end. I will not bring myself to their level.
Wow, I'm actually glad that the bus will be coming soon. Hurry up then, old timer...
Of course, my parents certainly do. And they remind me of that, oh, I don't know, 24 fucking 7. "Oh, Puri is just fine... let's push her our problems 'cause yay, we live under the same roof!" Stupidity. Stop it, I have nothing to do with them.
Children. That's what they are. Whiny, ignorant children. Children, go fight in the next room so I don't have to hear you. Children, stop making a big deal over the smallest things and waking me from bed pulling your hairs over it. We. Have. Clothes. And oh my God, it's not like that wearing the same T-Shirt for more than one day isn't something I haven't been doing since we moved here. All my dirty clothes are in the exact same place I was told to put them--only reason they haven't been washed and that my drawers are empty is because you're too lazy and more interested in screaming your guts out than *gasp* actually DO something. Is it any wonder I'm the one doing all the cleaning in the house?
I'm tired of putting up with your problems. Because they AREN'T. MINE. Not now, not ever. College life doesn't sound bad right now--they complain about no clothes, food, and money? They'll be so shocked how stable I'll be with so little. Not to mention I don't have to put up with their whining anymore. Yay! :D And I can do college work and go on the computer, and I can finally work on fanfic without being interrupted.
I will not snap down. I will not be like my parents. I will not be a raving lunatic who can only her point across by screaming her lungs out while ignoring the bleeding wounded tugging her leg for it to end. I will not bring myself to their level.
Wow, I'm actually glad that the bus will be coming soon. Hurry up then, old timer...
