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ladyoflorien) wrote2002-08-30 02:33 pm
ladyoflorien) wrote2002-08-30 02:33 pm
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I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my frelling life!
So I go downstairs for some aspirin and something hot to eat and drink and my mother informs me that we're having COMPANY OVER TONIGHT so I may be inclined to stay upstairs. Now, I don't know about you, but I find this to be extremely rude and inconsiderate of them. Here I am sick, highly contagious, and they're inviting people over for dinner? And then I get to be banished to my room all night while they party on? What the hell was she thinking? I mean, I don't frelling get it. I'm supposed to stay in my room all night without fluids and without food or anything I need while they have people downstairs (including the most god-awful brat of a little girl I've ever met in my entire life, that is doubtless going to be barging into my room all night anyway) for dinner?
And then my mother feels she has the right to get pissed off at me for crying because I'm sick, and I'm tired, and I'm starving and I'm freezing and the idea of being locked in my room all night with people in my house doesn't make me exclaim with a bright smile and dimples in my cheeks, "Golly gee whiz mom, that should be just great!"? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?
I'm so hurt I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe I should pop another handful of pills and solve everybody's problems. God, I can't believe they'd invite company over tonight.
So now I'm going to go lay down without my hot soup or my hot tea that I wanted to get in the first place, with nothing but cold pudding and IBProfen on my stomach and feel sorry for myself, hoping to god that little girl doesn't try anything tonight for I may just be forced to kill her.
Because I'm sick and my head hurts and I'm allowed to be a cold-hearted bitch.
So I go downstairs for some aspirin and something hot to eat and drink and my mother informs me that we're having COMPANY OVER TONIGHT so I may be inclined to stay upstairs. Now, I don't know about you, but I find this to be extremely rude and inconsiderate of them. Here I am sick, highly contagious, and they're inviting people over for dinner? And then I get to be banished to my room all night while they party on? What the hell was she thinking? I mean, I don't frelling get it. I'm supposed to stay in my room all night without fluids and without food or anything I need while they have people downstairs (including the most god-awful brat of a little girl I've ever met in my entire life, that is doubtless going to be barging into my room all night anyway) for dinner?
And then my mother feels she has the right to get pissed off at me for crying because I'm sick, and I'm tired, and I'm starving and I'm freezing and the idea of being locked in my room all night with people in my house doesn't make me exclaim with a bright smile and dimples in my cheeks, "Golly gee whiz mom, that should be just great!"? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?
I'm so hurt I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe I should pop another handful of pills and solve everybody's problems. God, I can't believe they'd invite company over tonight.
So now I'm going to go lay down without my hot soup or my hot tea that I wanted to get in the first place, with nothing but cold pudding and IBProfen on my stomach and feel sorry for myself, hoping to god that little girl doesn't try anything tonight for I may just be forced to kill her.
Because I'm sick and my head hurts and I'm allowed to be a cold-hearted bitch.