*does that chant from the ike and tina movie*
i cannot do one thing in this house without it being criticized every fuckin thing must be analyzed if ANY ONE THING is out of place it all gets shat upon. i'm going to get an ulcer i know it. and then i'm going to lash out irrationally (i.e. cuss out my mother). i'm supposed to be opening boxes and putting stuff away right? but i have no where ot really put anything. i have a lot of little knick knacks but not shelfs to put them on so where do i put them? nowhere i keep them in their boxes and then the mother comes home and is like why haven't you done anything? i have. i put my millions of t shirts away, my sweatshirts and sweatpants have been placed in my dresser. my books have been shelved but is that ever seen? NO! i need to get out the fuckin house.....
why is no one hiring me?!
Labels: bullshit, life, thoughts
