I'm sick. And pissed. And bored out of my mind.
I can't sleep, I can't eat without making it worse, my mother is in pain and I can't stand that, my brother is never around, my father cares, but is too lazy to actually do something about it.
And my supposedly friends, who are very well aware of all of that above, still whine and cry to me about the dumbest shit EVER and actually expect me to cheer them up and complain that I'm not willing to listen and I don't give constructive criticism like before.
Even more, they question my choice of career because of that.
Apparently, I'm not entitled to my own pain.
You don't see me crying about every fucking thing, but guess what? I do hurt, too.
The only reason I'm still inside this house is because I don't want to leave my mother alone.
I NEED something to get my mind out of things.
Feel free to ignore. Just venting out.