Jah420
05-30-2007, 02:47 PM
I know the last thing we need in the lounge is another 'omg im so fuckin angry guess what happened' post.. so ill just lay it down.. this is more about having somewhere to just type, so i'm sorry if it's considered a waste of space.
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Living in this house with my family and myself has driven me way to close to the fucking edge. I have both parents.. but no money coming in right now so they just spark off each other. I have 2 brothers, of which one has a condition, and i'm sick to my back teeth of living here, like this.
I suffer from moderate depression and other borderline things but they don't get in the way if im just left to handle myself. But this life at the moment... I can't handle well... because it's just a joke. I've learnt over time that noone really gives a fuck, because the people who might, can't do anything about it, they just worry.
Anyway... I know people have it much much worse than me so im'a cut the sob story. Last week I snapped. It's been coming for a while. It started with one of my brothers, who seems to think he can just take the piss outta me, say whatever he wants, steal from me, whatever. Well he made a comment last week deliberately aimed at causing me hassle.. so I went into his room and launched for his arm, then left. Few moments later my mom comes down and starts goin sick at me for this bruise on his arm.. (he's blatently regarded as more important than me by both my parents) I tried explaining why, I tried reasoning, eventually I tried just getting out of her fucking way before I did something stupid. She wouldn't leave it. So I went into the kitchen, at this point trying to regulate my breathing because of the seething anger and resent I had bottled up.. I smashed up this plate and told her to fuck off... finally she left it.
Since then it's just been slowly downhill, even though it's case closed. I have fluctuating periods of extreme anger from just being inside these walls.. I won't let myself pick up any tools or anything that could be used as a weapon cuz I could end up just smashing up a room.
So everything now is just seriously hostile. Anything and everything I do, if there's a way it can be made hostile, it will be, know what I mean? If im watchin somethin on TV one of them will come and change the channel just for the crack of it.. all shit like that.
But I know how it works... none of it's gonna change until I make a full, sincere and surrendering apology to everyone.
So my family drive me to the edge and push me off, then they expect an apology? Somehow I don't fucking think so.
So.. yeah.. that's the way it is.
I don't have any money.
No money means no weed, so no release of stress.
I can't get a job to get money(exams everywhere, then college)
I don't have anywhere else to get the rain off my back. Nowhere to run.
I'm trapped in this fucking horrific suburban stalemate and I don't know how much longer things can hold together.
:buzz_saw:
someone, somewhere... blaze up a bowl for me, eh?
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Living in this house with my family and myself has driven me way to close to the fucking edge. I have both parents.. but no money coming in right now so they just spark off each other. I have 2 brothers, of which one has a condition, and i'm sick to my back teeth of living here, like this.
I suffer from moderate depression and other borderline things but they don't get in the way if im just left to handle myself. But this life at the moment... I can't handle well... because it's just a joke. I've learnt over time that noone really gives a fuck, because the people who might, can't do anything about it, they just worry.
Anyway... I know people have it much much worse than me so im'a cut the sob story. Last week I snapped. It's been coming for a while. It started with one of my brothers, who seems to think he can just take the piss outta me, say whatever he wants, steal from me, whatever. Well he made a comment last week deliberately aimed at causing me hassle.. so I went into his room and launched for his arm, then left. Few moments later my mom comes down and starts goin sick at me for this bruise on his arm.. (he's blatently regarded as more important than me by both my parents) I tried explaining why, I tried reasoning, eventually I tried just getting out of her fucking way before I did something stupid. She wouldn't leave it. So I went into the kitchen, at this point trying to regulate my breathing because of the seething anger and resent I had bottled up.. I smashed up this plate and told her to fuck off... finally she left it.
Since then it's just been slowly downhill, even though it's case closed. I have fluctuating periods of extreme anger from just being inside these walls.. I won't let myself pick up any tools or anything that could be used as a weapon cuz I could end up just smashing up a room.
So everything now is just seriously hostile. Anything and everything I do, if there's a way it can be made hostile, it will be, know what I mean? If im watchin somethin on TV one of them will come and change the channel just for the crack of it.. all shit like that.
But I know how it works... none of it's gonna change until I make a full, sincere and surrendering apology to everyone.
So my family drive me to the edge and push me off, then they expect an apology? Somehow I don't fucking think so.
So.. yeah.. that's the way it is.
I don't have any money.
No money means no weed, so no release of stress.
I can't get a job to get money(exams everywhere, then college)
I don't have anywhere else to get the rain off my back. Nowhere to run.
I'm trapped in this fucking horrific suburban stalemate and I don't know how much longer things can hold together.
:buzz_saw:
someone, somewhere... blaze up a bowl for me, eh?