Jesus Fucking Christ

Sep 12, 2008
1:02 AM

Today started out amazing, in fact it was amazing all the way up until I got off work.

I hurt like fucking hell because there arent any couches in the damn house and I layed on the floor. I go lay down and wait for an answer on who is going to dinner with us. I get woken up by you saying that we can't really afford to even go ourselves, and I should get dressed to go out in the living room and figure out bills with you.

Not only was I in pain when I laid down, I got woken up to shitty news, then expected to jump up and spring into action. And after we figure out bills, then I get to cook dinner, fuckin yay.

I know I can be a bitch, I know I go off about stupid things. I can't just stop myself very easily, so I distance myself. Now that I am thuroughly pissed about how the night has turned out, all I wanna do is go to bed. How many fuckin times do you just get fed up with something and say you're going to bed? Its fine for you to do it, but now that I wanna just take a night off, you throw a fit.

I am not the only one in this house that knows how to make food. I am not the house cook. I am not the house dishwasher. I am not the garbage person. I am not the toiolet scrubber. I am not the maid.

I do the things I do to make the people around me happy. I do them as a favor, I do them out of love. I do not do them because it is my job. I do not do them because I am told to.

If I decide to take a night off because I am pissed, hurt, and generally feel like shit. I should be able to without the shit hitting the fan. Another fucking adult in this house should be able to pick up the slack and cook one god damn meal.

Jesus Fucking Christ