Wednesday, December 23, 2009

A part of me has died... inside, that is.
I've given up. I clearly stopped actually caring long ago,
but the half assed attempts still carried me through.

I'm just tired of being a maid, and being every body's
mother... Is it asking to much to have everyone clean up
after themselves, or to expect a little respect?
I guess so because nothing has changed.
Clearly, because I am being accused of doing nothing.
Ha, If I did nothing, It would be noticeable.
I do minor tidying every day or else, it would
be utterly disgusting at all times.
I don't bother with the major clean ups every day like
I used to, because it's pointless, things get fucked up
literally 10 minutes after I clean in the first place.

If I didn't do anything, there would be dirty laundry
everywhere, there would be garbage everywhere, pee on both
toilets, pet hair everywhere and so on.
I realize others have been doing a lot lately... but they
aren't that perfect either... it's usually their dirty
laundry in the bathroom and dirty dishes on my counter,
and pets' mess on my floors.
But I appreciate what they have been doing,
it does not go unnoticed, or unpraised.

But still...
I get treated like shit... in my own home.
I don't even think they realize the hurtful and short
things they say to me.
But, in order to maintain peace in the home,
I bite my tongue.. but for what?
To feel unwelcome in my own home..
Why should I have to walk on egg shells in MY house.

People seriously need to take a step back
and really look at the situation before
commenting on anything.
That's the problem with everyone in this world..
No one really thinks about anyone else...
No one walks a mile in any one else's shoes..
No one thinks before acting/speaking..
I'm not perfect and I've been guilty of many things
and all things I've ever ranted at...

which is why I've kept quiet through all of this...
But I'm at my breaking point.



Sunday, December 13, 2009

New update:

So James and Stef moved in, yes!
They help out a lot, James hassels everyone into cleaning up there own messes and paying rent on time and what not, and Stef is always cleaning with me.
Chelsa moved out, everything was dandy and the day she left she just did a 180 and left on bad terms, Heather moved into her room the same day.
So now it's Me, Andrew, and Heather upstairs. Larry on the main floor. Craig, Stef and James are in the basement. Stef and James are moving on on January 20th though, they are going out West. Then I will be renting that room to a random until May 1st, when Sped comes home, then He'll be renting that room.

So me and Joey have been talking a little more lately.
After the wedding it was only twice, and always at Thursday dinner at Nona's.
But Woody and I have been hanging out pretty much every day for over a month [kid I know from high school that turns out to be Christina's cousin] So him and I have gone over there a few times to say Hi. Actually, I'm going over there shortly cause I got him a fridge and we have to go pick it up lol.

Umm.. so basically for the last two months I've been drunk or drinking heavily almost every day. It's fun... got wicked bombed Friday night lol.