It's done, I've reached the end of my rope. I honestly don't think I can take any more of this.

I don't know how I'm expected to live in a house with such selfish, rude, inconsiderate people, who do nothing but bitch and whine about getting their way. People who are lazy, and expect everything to be given to them on a silver platter. People who do nothing to earn their keep, and if they lift a finger, everyone has to know how hard it was for them.

I cannot live with my father and my sister any longer.

I just want to scream at them. Scream at them about how horrible they've made my life. About how much they've hurt me and my mom. About how they turned out to be horrible human beings with no work ethic, no sense of responsibility, and no compassion for anyone other than themselves.

I can't even leave food in the fridge that I BOUGHT without it being devoured by the next morning. Even if I SPECIFICALLY TELL THEM NOT TO EAT IT, it's still gone before I can get a second helping.

But as always, it's not about pizza or ice cream.

I just want to get out of here, and take my mom with me. I can't take it. I want to kill them both. Especially my dad...I can't fucking take any of his bullshit any more.

Earlier today:
Dad: "Addy, I'm taking your guitar for my rehearsal."
Addy: "I'd really rather you didn't, I kind of have it tuned and set up the way I want it."
Dad: "Oh come on...I'm taking it." *leaves*

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

I'm only happy ever in this house when I'm locked away in my room, or if Chad's here to distract me.

Excuse me while I fucking break some things. Namely my dad's recording equipment that he bought with money that was supposed to go to my post-secondary education.

Fuck you dad.

I tried hard to have a father
Instead I got a dad.
~Addy
- posted by Eddie @ 9:40 PM