Excuse me if this blog contains unnecessary cursing but I could care less.
I’m a pretty personal person, I don’t like to be with a bunch of random people. I pretty much keep to myself, I’m open with friends and all but being around a bunch of question marks is not my style. I’m not a total bitch, granted I say a few mean things here and there but who doesn’t. Even so 99% of the time I keep things to myself because I don’t want to come off rude but it’s becoming so fucking frustrating to me. I’m so fucking sick and tired of the people around me, from my parents, to my aunt, to my brothers, and my aunt’s friend and her kids it’s so ridiculous.
I’m only 16, I am nobody mother and with all the shit I do for my aunt + her kids you think she’d let me breathe once in a while. Like OK I know she works and it’s tiring but since when did her kids become my responsibility? Why should I get screamed out because of the shit that they do? It’s so fucking frustrating. If I am nice enough to say, okay I’ll watch them while you go to some party then when she gets home all I should get is a fucking thank you. I do not deserve to be yelled at for any fucking thing. If it’s such a problem and she doesn’t like how I watch them then she can sit her ass home and watch her own fucking kids. Yes this is the same aunt that’s taking us in and I appreciate it and am grateful but this watching her kids has been going on for 2 years. Even when we lived in our home she’d drop them off EVERY WEEKEND and I’d watch them without pay.
Now the lady who steals my ice cream. It goes from her stealing her ice cream to her asking me to watch her kids and whatever day I choose to stay with my aunt[sometimes I go with my parents to the hotel] asking me to give her daughter a bath. My freaking aunt [who's blood] doesn’t even ask me to give her daughter a bath, at least she hasn’t in forever. && I can’t say no because it will be rude. I’d really like to know what the fuck she’s doing all day [nothing!] that makes her incapable of giving her own daughter a bath. && I repeat I AM NOT ANY FUCKING CHILD’S MOTHER. I’m sixteen years old, I don’t mind watching my aunt’s kid, it’s no problem but don’t scream at me, get the fuck out of here with that. But yes I do mind giving the lady’s daughter a bath, hello she stole my damn ice cream.
Now my parents, I love them but I think they’re just getting on my nerves because I’m so fucking frustrated. I don’t know but really I’m so sick and tired of people. I can’t breathe without hearing somebody’s voice and it’s working my very last nerve. I think it’s us not in our home yet, yes we found one, but we’re still moving in.
On the upside I went shopping which was cool but there was my feet killing me. I had $200 and dropped it all. I still need more clothes though. I bought a bunch of stuff mostly jewelry [lots of rings, I love them] and shirts. I also learned how to bargain shop, my friend taught me. I don’t like spent $40 dollars on shirts or anything but I do spend 16-20 if it’s really cute and she cut me down from that.
POSTED: August 8th, 2008. FILED UNDER: FRUSTRATION, LIFE.
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