bananamerican06

I hate how I can seem so fucking bipolar. But the truth is that it seems when I'm having an AWESOME day something comes along and ruins it. Pretty much always.And I swear its Murphy's Law or some shit. One bad thing happens, and more and more keep happening. So then after all is said and done that one happy moment was just a speck millions of light years away. Fuck that shit. What the fuck.

I come home yesterday, and what is the FIRST thing that my dad says to me? "Hey Chris, try and get some laundry done today, okay?" Ummm...k, hi to you too dad. And with that he left. Yup, because you're not an asshole or anything. Thanks. The first and only thing you could possibly say to me is "do laundry"? Cool...I'll be sure to get right on that. So, naturally, the first thing I ask my brother is what did daddy do all day today? Oh, daddy went swimming...and then he ate, and then he spent the rest of the morning cleaning his car. WOW dad, HARD day. Would it kill you to fucking throw something into the washing machine? Or maybe straighten up the kitchen, and wash the mess of dishes you left in the sink, and throw out all the paper towels that you scattered around, and, oh I don't know, maybe NOT throw your shoes all over the place??? No, it's okay, spend your morning hours taking a dip in the pool, and cleaning YOUR car. I only took my final for my summer class that same morning. I wasn't being productive AT ALL. No, never, not me. Well, fuck you then, I'm going to just do MY laundry then. Yours isn't down there, so too fucking bad.

So what if I'm being spiteful. I think I'm allowed to be.

And you know, not to mention the fact that oh, yay once again there is no food in the house. Good job mom. Way to give ALL of our leftovers from the 4th of July party to your fucking friends who pretty much insulted and offended daddy. You only have two kids at home, who do like to eat when they get hungry. We've only been having to eat out pretty much every day for lunch and dinner for the past 2 weeks. Yeah, no it's cool, don't worry about it. I'm only fucking broke as shit. Yeah, no its cool, sometimes I only eat once a day just so YOUR 14 year old son can actually eat 3 times a day. Don't worry about it. Yeah, its cool, I have no money right now. I'm actually in DEBT right now, but don't worry about it. I'm only barely making it by to feed Eddie with the very little money I can try to pull together.

Thanks a lot parents. Thanks a whole fucking lot. Oh, and by the way, thanks for giving me shit for stupid things that you know you're wrong about. Yup. I've only been a slave to you guys for the past 5 days to get ready for the stupid 4th of July party that was for YOUR friends. Three of mine came. How many of yours came? Oh right, all 57 other people that showed up. Yup, YOUR friends and THEIR families. Uh huh. Yeah. I only work 2 jobs. And just finished a summer class. Thanks though. Thanks for all your fucking help. I'm not stressed at all. Nope, not at all. I just have no money. I haven't actually relaxed in about a year. Ya know, considering my summer class was pretty much back to back with the regular school year. And I've been working straight through all of it. Three jobs during the regular semester. Yeaahhhh, three jobs, school, roller derby. That's not a lot at all. Nope. Just throw on top of all that taking care of my brother to make sure he can EAT. I'm sorry dad, what? You only work in the afternoon? You do what in the morning? Oh, sleep? Eat? NICE. Wow I really wish I could do that. Wouldn't that be nice? To actually sleep in?? To be able to make enough money to work just ONE job instead of 3?? Or I don't know, maybe it's too much to ask to just be a "normal" 21 year old? To not have to play mommy? To not have to work 3 jobs for simply gas, roller derby, and food? Maybe you could, you know, be parents and do your fucking job. You keep telling me that you don't want me to work, but how the fuck am I supposed to get by by not working? Because I'm pretty sure I need gas in my tank, and I need food for me and Eddie. And do me a favor and don't tell me to give up roller derby. Because that's the ONE damn thing I do for myself. How about you try to NOT take away something that makes me happy, and how about you try to take away something that is stressing me the FUCK OUT. Give that one a shot.

I can't wait to get the fuck out of this house so I don't have to deal with this shit. I'm not a mom, I'm not a maid. I'm your fucking DAUGHTER.  How about you start treating me like one