ExitTheDay
We fight to live or live to die
- May 26, 2019
- 336
So I got through yesterday on roughly 2-3 hours of sleep out of 5 days, I don't even know how I'm sitting here typing this... I feel asleep on the grass like I said I was going to do yesterday and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, lay down on the grass with my bag under my head and conk the fuck out, seems simple enough I geuss...
What really ruined my day yesterday was my father seeing me lay out on the grass and not even batting an eye at me, ignoring me like I'm invincible or something, I geuss he's still fucking mad at me for buying the gallon of milk he doesn't like with my own money by the way, he drinks the milk with the red cap, I bought milk with the blue cap because it sucks and doesn't make me sick (why the fuck does this even matter?) Anyway, he gave me and my brother attitude for a few days all because we didn't buy the fucking milk he likes or some bullshit like that, we exploded at me and my brother for no reason when my brother simply asked him why he was acting the way he was and that sent him into overdrive, whatever though the past is the past and I'm over it...
All we were trying to do was better ourselves, get back to work and save up some money so we didn't need to sleep on his floor anymore, not be harrassed and not spoken to over a fucking gallon of milk, he also ate 16 slices of bread out of 24 that were in the bag that I bought with food stamps... who the fuck eats 16 slices of bread in a span of 8 hours? I get you're on a lot on a lot of medication but damn could you at least save me some crumbs? That's the other thing, he would always complain that there wasn't any food in the house but he ate like a fucking garbage disposal out of complete bordem, sometimes I dont even think he realised he ate so much and then he turns around and says we ate all of the food, actually i only limited myself to 3 meals a day... breakfast, lunch, and dinner and only ate when he offered it, no snacks in between besides a cup of chocolate milk here and there and I admit i was fucking hungry, starving actually and I had the decency to not even make myself a bowl of cereal which he said I could have because he didn't want it anymore, I held myself back unlike himself who cant control his eating habits...
Gah, it feels like I'm rambling but this is something I needed to get off my chest, I dont think he would let me back into his house after that huge fight we had, but deep down inside do I really want to? It'll be just another ticking time bomb waiting to explode in my face again and I want the apology me and my brother deserve from him, we are already going through enough bullshit as it is right now and we dont need to be treated like he did to us, it's ridiculous and makes everything so much worse...
What really ruined my day yesterday was my father seeing me lay out on the grass and not even batting an eye at me, ignoring me like I'm invincible or something, I geuss he's still fucking mad at me for buying the gallon of milk he doesn't like with my own money by the way, he drinks the milk with the red cap, I bought milk with the blue cap because it sucks and doesn't make me sick (why the fuck does this even matter?) Anyway, he gave me and my brother attitude for a few days all because we didn't buy the fucking milk he likes or some bullshit like that, we exploded at me and my brother for no reason when my brother simply asked him why he was acting the way he was and that sent him into overdrive, whatever though the past is the past and I'm over it...
All we were trying to do was better ourselves, get back to work and save up some money so we didn't need to sleep on his floor anymore, not be harrassed and not spoken to over a fucking gallon of milk, he also ate 16 slices of bread out of 24 that were in the bag that I bought with food stamps... who the fuck eats 16 slices of bread in a span of 8 hours? I get you're on a lot on a lot of medication but damn could you at least save me some crumbs? That's the other thing, he would always complain that there wasn't any food in the house but he ate like a fucking garbage disposal out of complete bordem, sometimes I dont even think he realised he ate so much and then he turns around and says we ate all of the food, actually i only limited myself to 3 meals a day... breakfast, lunch, and dinner and only ate when he offered it, no snacks in between besides a cup of chocolate milk here and there and I admit i was fucking hungry, starving actually and I had the decency to not even make myself a bowl of cereal which he said I could have because he didn't want it anymore, I held myself back unlike himself who cant control his eating habits...
Gah, it feels like I'm rambling but this is something I needed to get off my chest, I dont think he would let me back into his house after that huge fight we had, but deep down inside do I really want to? It'll be just another ticking time bomb waiting to explode in my face again and I want the apology me and my brother deserve from him, we are already going through enough bullshit as it is right now and we dont need to be treated like he did to us, it's ridiculous and makes everything so much worse...
