October 1, 2013

Happy October. c:

At the end of the day, it fucking sucked.

Litterally, at 4:20 pm (about 10 minutes ago) my Dad ended up being the biggest douche.

ALRIGHTY, EXPECT SOME RANTING.

So, a year ago, my sister got a cat. For her birthday. My parents both decided to get it for her. So what they do, my sister keeps the Litter Box in her room.Which has a few safety/health hazards. And the litter gets everywhere because her cat loves making a huge mess.

So this morning, my dad bitched at her to clean the Litter Box since it hadn't been cleaned out for about a Month. Which is disgusting. My sister told my dad she can't lift it, and her allergies and the pneumonia start getting in her eyes.

When I got home from Natalie's house, my mom tells me that she didn't clean it. She then tells me to do it. That's when I flipped.

"It's her cat. HER CAT. YOU AND DAD bought it. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. NOTHING. HER RESPONSIBILITY, NOT MINE." And she then slammed the door and left.

So, without me knowing that my dad was home, my sister calls me up. I figured she wanted help with William so I took my time finishing up a few math problems. Next thing I know, I hear my dad bitching at her saying "Tell her I'm not going to say it again, and if I have to, I'll be down there yanking on her hair." Which is wrong altogether, because:

I'm 17. Hello?
She's 13, let her take care of her own responsibilities. It's what she wanted, this is the cons.
My older brother, actually who was 17, left my dad because he was this big of a dick to him. I'm legal to move out. I don't know where I'd go, but hell, I want to be anywhere from here.

Anyways, my dad and I start yelling at eachother, and of course he sits here threatening to hit me and shit. I'M NEARLY AGE TO SUE YOUR ASS LOLOLOLOL IDIOT.

So, he starts swinging. Over a cat litter box. That's not even mine.

I eventually clean it, and he helps. Sort of. By bitching.

So I end up having to sweep her room. All of it.

AND I GOT NO "THANKS" OR "THANK-YOU."

LIKE REALLY. FUCK YOU TOO.

So yeah, that's that. And my mom's yelling and cursing because I won't go grab a goddamn burrito. I'm pretty sure I might be grounded. But whatever. I'm also pretty sure I'm at that age where I can allowed to be sticking up for myself when I think something is wrong.

I thought Family was suppose to respect me. Not put me down and make me look stupid. Mackenzie can do her own shit with her own cat. I walk my dog. I feed her. Whatever.

I just don't want to be involved with this family anymore. It just pissed me off so fucking much.

Anyways, my school day was good. I brought home my violin to practice because I need to. There's a song.. ugh.. ;-; WHY MUST I BE FIRST VIOLIN.

So yep. Thanks for reading.