Grrr. Rantbitchcomplain.

[obliviousally_lj]

I feel very angry today. Or, at least, very frustrated.

Kinda a cobmination of things.

Augh.

Went out to eat yesterday. Was nice. Had sushi. Also picked up a bit of food, nothing really nutritional, of course. I do have hot and spicy pork rinds though. Rock.

I'm getting tired of being the person who does everything. Seriously. I cannot clean, gather clothes to wash, look for this and look for that, plus entertain everyone AT THE SAME TIME. I am not a fucking machine. If you do a couple things and I do a couple things, everything will get done faster. Yes, I know you will tear everything apart if you try to look for something. But don't tell me 'it's not my job' when I ask you to gather up clothes to be washed. You don't even have to gather mine! Get yours together cause their YOUR clothes. I'll be happy to wash them, because I'm washing mine. It's not that much trouble to throw some clothes into a pile. Christ.

It's -overwhelming-.

And another thing. I'm sure you don't like hearing me babble on about shit. Wether it's important to me or not. But don't fucking sit there and tell me 'I don't care' or 'I wasn't listening anyhow' or 'I stopped listening a long time ago'. Fucking christ, you can at least PRETEND to be listening. That's all I'm asking for. I listen to you even when I've heard the story you're telling me 10 times before. But do I say anything? No. No I bitch about it? No. I listen because I'm a friend. It just really hurts when someone tells me they don't care.

I just... AUGH. >_______<

*beats her head against a wall*

I need a bath. Then I need to clean. Fucking fuckers.

4 days...

Comments

[nachitor.livejournal.com]

I know how you feel. Big hugs.

[keeperofdreams.livejournal.com]

Fine. Don't listen to my stories. Most of the time I'm telling them to myself because otherwise I'll forget, but I just won't mention them to anyone anymore. If I forget, then it'll be my own fault, and that'll teach me better next time. And as for the clothes, I'll start doing that as well. I'll clean up every mess I make, straighten every article of clothes I wear, without so much as a peep. I'll do everything myself and won't even ask for any sort of assistance because I don't want to be any sort of a bother to you. I'm a burden to my mother, to my family, and now it seems to you as well. But I understand, it's all right. You won't have to do a thing anymore except sit on the computer when you're not working. It'll just be those 6 months all over again. No problem.

[obliviousally.livejournal.com]

TJ, I'm not telling you do do all this stuff. I just want a little helping hand every now and again. Not just sitting there and staring at me when I ask you to hand me something or to grab that thing you wanted cause it's right behind you. And I don't mine your stories, I just get angry when you don't listen to mine. Or, at the very least, pretend to listen.

You're not a burden to me. I'm venting. It just becomes overwhelming when I feel I have to do everything. I usually don't mind, but when I do, I just want a little help here and there.

I never said you had to straighten every mess, fold everything, because I tend not to do it as well. I'm not asking you to do anything I wouldn't.

I shouldn't have said anything anyhow. I knew this was going to happen.

Fuck.