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I am sick of this.
I am sick of being bound to this goddamn, failing house.
I am sick of my family being constantly screwed over.
I am sick of having no luck finding a job.
I'm sick of not feeling loved.
I'm sick of life.
Most importantly, I'm sick of taking care of my father. That sounds horrible, I know, but all he does is yell at me when I try to help him. He's literally covered nearly head to toe in shit right now, but when I try to help clean him, the bed, the floor, and everything in that vicinity, he fucking SCREAMS at me. I don't know what to do. I've never had this happen. I've had him yell at me like this before, but I don't understand why he's yelling at me. Trying to clean all that has literally made me physically sick like seven times already.
I'm tired of my life consisting of school and this. I have no life. I have no free time. I have no time to sleep.
I am twenty-three-years-old, don't really even have enough money to get by to my name, and am stuck in a godforsaken house taking care of two people who show me little to no gratitude while all of my friends (whom I have all but lost contact with, but I'll rant about that later) go out, have fun, spend time with each other, laugh, love, and generally find some way to enjoy life.
I'm stuck in a high school or my house every day. Every day. I am lucky if I can make a fucking trip to Wal-mart, of all places.
My parents are doing to me what my grandmother did to them. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
And no one understands. No one I know can fucking POSSIBLY understand this situation.
I haven't managed to talk with my goddamn father since December, and he's right there in front of me. I had a fucking breakdown in front of my clinical faculty for my internship and the assistant principal of our school because the assistant principal sounds JUST LIKE my father.
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I quit.
I am sick of being bound to this goddamn, failing house.
I am sick of my family being constantly screwed over.
I am sick of having no luck finding a job.
I'm sick of not feeling loved.
I'm sick of life.
Most importantly, I'm sick of taking care of my father. That sounds horrible, I know, but all he does is yell at me when I try to help him. He's literally covered nearly head to toe in shit right now, but when I try to help clean him, the bed, the floor, and everything in that vicinity, he fucking SCREAMS at me. I don't know what to do. I've never had this happen. I've had him yell at me like this before, but I don't understand why he's yelling at me. Trying to clean all that has literally made me physically sick like seven times already.
I'm tired of my life consisting of school and this. I have no life. I have no free time. I have no time to sleep.
I am twenty-three-years-old, don't really even have enough money to get by to my name, and am stuck in a godforsaken house taking care of two people who show me little to no gratitude while all of my friends (whom I have all but lost contact with, but I'll rant about that later) go out, have fun, spend time with each other, laugh, love, and generally find some way to enjoy life.
I'm stuck in a high school or my house every day. Every day. I am lucky if I can make a fucking trip to Wal-mart, of all places.
My parents are doing to me what my grandmother did to them. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
And no one understands. No one I know can fucking POSSIBLY understand this situation.
I haven't managed to talk with my goddamn father since December, and he's right there in front of me. I had a fucking breakdown in front of my clinical faculty for my internship and the assistant principal of our school because the assistant principal sounds JUST LIKE my father.
I don't even. a;ewl jfoiewfrajua;qoreihgagr;hgra;oih
I quit.