Well I’ve been meaning to blog, for those of you who actually read… but dont comment… hint, hint…
Same old tale for me though. In the last week, my moronic idiote of a sister has left about 3 times. Once for 2 days. My mom it looked like, was finally starting to not listen to my sister, but alas, seems like she still is.
She leaves, leaves her kids sick, and when she gets back, we’re not suppose to be mad (me and my sister, and my dad)? My mom gets mad at us, when we say anything about her. Its like whatever she wants, she gets. Who gives a rats ass about how we are, about our valid points that my sister is a stupid retarded idiot. Who cares that we all try and calm the kids down, when they are crying cause they want there mom, thought I dont see why they would want her.
I’m gonna have a heart attach cause of them. Shit my mom might have one cause of the ways he gets mad at us, cause we get mad at my sister when she does these stupid things. We’re not the ones doing the wrong here, yet it doesnt seem to matter.
I cant look at them without getting mad. I cant hear there faces without feeling sick from anger, and hate that I have towards them. I’ve even started to get my chest pains again, more often. Shit even as I write, my chest hurts. Just writing about it, I get them.
I’m getting physically sick, because of her, because she is from all I see, and know mentally sick, and just plain a dumb bitch.
I will most likley never get along with her again, ever. And I dont care. Everything she has done, and put us through, put me through, her kids through, I could care less. If it wasnt for my mom, I swear I dont know what I would have done to her by now.
But the moment she touches me when we argue, I will slam her on her ass so fast she wont know what day it is. We almost got into a fist fight, had my dad not stopped me, had I managed to open the door she was holding closed, that I was trying to push open. We were pushing the back gate door, and on the door there’s bolts that hold the wood onto the iron gate door. The ends stick out of the wood, and one of the bolts smashed into my arm as I pushed at it. It left the mark of the bolt, cause it went into my arm, and made this huge bump, that seems to be going down now though.
I feel trapped, and even though Im the only one who can free me, Im stuck.
Aside that, the holidays arent helping the way I am feeling right now. I helped my dad put lights up, but thats mainly just so the house dont look dead. Got to keep appearances up ya know…