I've been bottling a lot of things up for a while now, but I just felt tonight that I needed to let it all out and relieve some of the stress I'm under at the moment.
So some of you may know that a friend's with me at the moment and we're trying to get him sorted out up north. Well, there was an incident at my flat last month and one of my flatmate's boyfriends threatened him. It caused me to panic and my temper to flare. He promptly locked himself in my room while I was at home during the weekend and made him paranoid. It took another week or so for me to actually talk it over with that flatmate. She apologised for her boyfriend's behaviour, but I've become so goddamn overprotective of my friend and his wellbeing. It's made me tread a lot more carefully, too.
And only a few days later, I became ill. I was losing sleep and all sorts. The stress must've brought it on and it was the worst week of my life. I lost my appetite and just wanted to bang my head against the wall. I felt like shit and I didn't want to put up with anymore.
Then the following Tuesday, I get a text from my sister. My dad's been rushed into hospital with irregular breathing and I'm stressing all over again. Luckily for me, he was only in there for a day or two, but I couldn't help feeling so worried about him. He's been in and out of hospital for years. I was so fucking scared that this time he might not make it, especially since I sent numerous texts and called plenty of times with no news whatsoever.
Sometime later, I heard some horrible things said about me by a good friend of mine. It made me feel paranoid for a while and I was unsure of who my real friends were anymore. I even cried myself to sleep the night I heard these things and felt so fucking useless for once. The person who told me felt horrible, but I told them not to worry. I've had people lie to me over the years about things, so I'd rather hear the harsh truth rather than a few soft lies. Thankfully, we've worked things out and that friend and I have come to a mutual situation. I'll go to them if I'm upset with them from now on.
And then come the arguments.
Last night, I didn't want to speak to my stepmother because I was too tired to even utter a single word. She took it the wrong way and raged on at me about how rude I was being. I said I didn't want to come across as rude, but this didn't work obviously. This made me quite upset and I haven't really spoken to her ever since. Apparently, I have an attitude problem and need to sort it out as well as stop blaming work for everything. I was overworked that day and there was no excuse for her to be the way she was. I practically lost some respect for her. She was acting like a spoilt child who couldn't get her own way.
But the biggest blow came today. So it was Mother's Day and my mum picked up me and my sisters to take us to her house. Because she came early, I couldn't have a shower at my dad's and asked her if I could have one at hers. She says it's fine and we get back to the house. As soon as I ask if anyone needs the bathroom before I get in the shower, her dickhead of a partner who I've loathed (an understatement of a word) starts kicking off how he's not been able to have a shower because he's waited to have one himself. He blames my mum lying in this morning and having my half-brother to look after. So then my mum and him start yet another one of their full blown arguments and she gets upset. Again. He fucking ruins Mother's Day every year and this was no exception. She was so upset with him because he's a prick and when she realises that she can do better, I'll be behind her all the way. They argued ... over ME taking a shower. What the fuck is up with that? I heard them arguing again after she went in her room to cry. I got so pissed off that I kicked some stuff over upstairs in front of my sisters and little brother. For the first time, I wanted to murder that fucking bastard. He's even said to my youngest sister, "I'll haunt you forever" or some shit like that just last Monday. My temper flared when my dad told me the next day. I got really protective of her and wanted to sort him out for good.
I suppose that's all I need to say right now. I wanted to get this all out in the open because I'm fed up of not saying everything. I may tell a few friends to confide in, but this is the full story. My life is a goddamn soap opera now. It's constantly drama after drama and I swear I should've given up ages ago. Thankfully, I've not. I know people have been through much worse than myself, but this is the shit I've had to put up for the past month or so. I only want good news now and not bad news.
There've been so many times my temper's flared up and it hasn't done in six years. You see, I was being bullied those years ago back in school. I couldn't tolerate anymore and I ended up punching the girl that was doing it when I got off the school bus one night. I'm not one for normally getting angry, I'm so good at keeping calm. But just lately, all this crap has been either making me angry or want to burst into tears all the time. It's taken me all those years to keep that temper under control. I'm actually scared of it. I don't want the temper to flare up. I'm scared of what I'll do if I lose control. I lose all sense of reality and feel like hurting whoever's annoying me. And I generally don't like to be perceived as the angry person, but there's only so much toleration in my veins until I turn nasty ...
Wow, I guess it feels a lot better now I've let it out.
Anyway, there's my fucked up life. Maybe I should make my own soap opera if it does continue like this.
So some of you may know that a friend's with me at the moment and we're trying to get him sorted out up north. Well, there was an incident at my flat last month and one of my flatmate's boyfriends threatened him. It caused me to panic and my temper to flare. He promptly locked himself in my room while I was at home during the weekend and made him paranoid. It took another week or so for me to actually talk it over with that flatmate. She apologised for her boyfriend's behaviour, but I've become so goddamn overprotective of my friend and his wellbeing. It's made me tread a lot more carefully, too.
And only a few days later, I became ill. I was losing sleep and all sorts. The stress must've brought it on and it was the worst week of my life. I lost my appetite and just wanted to bang my head against the wall. I felt like shit and I didn't want to put up with anymore.
Then the following Tuesday, I get a text from my sister. My dad's been rushed into hospital with irregular breathing and I'm stressing all over again. Luckily for me, he was only in there for a day or two, but I couldn't help feeling so worried about him. He's been in and out of hospital for years. I was so fucking scared that this time he might not make it, especially since I sent numerous texts and called plenty of times with no news whatsoever.
Sometime later, I heard some horrible things said about me by a good friend of mine. It made me feel paranoid for a while and I was unsure of who my real friends were anymore. I even cried myself to sleep the night I heard these things and felt so fucking useless for once. The person who told me felt horrible, but I told them not to worry. I've had people lie to me over the years about things, so I'd rather hear the harsh truth rather than a few soft lies. Thankfully, we've worked things out and that friend and I have come to a mutual situation. I'll go to them if I'm upset with them from now on.
And then come the arguments.
Last night, I didn't want to speak to my stepmother because I was too tired to even utter a single word. She took it the wrong way and raged on at me about how rude I was being. I said I didn't want to come across as rude, but this didn't work obviously. This made me quite upset and I haven't really spoken to her ever since. Apparently, I have an attitude problem and need to sort it out as well as stop blaming work for everything. I was overworked that day and there was no excuse for her to be the way she was. I practically lost some respect for her. She was acting like a spoilt child who couldn't get her own way.
But the biggest blow came today. So it was Mother's Day and my mum picked up me and my sisters to take us to her house. Because she came early, I couldn't have a shower at my dad's and asked her if I could have one at hers. She says it's fine and we get back to the house. As soon as I ask if anyone needs the bathroom before I get in the shower, her dickhead of a partner who I've loathed (an understatement of a word) starts kicking off how he's not been able to have a shower because he's waited to have one himself. He blames my mum lying in this morning and having my half-brother to look after. So then my mum and him start yet another one of their full blown arguments and she gets upset. Again. He fucking ruins Mother's Day every year and this was no exception. She was so upset with him because he's a prick and when she realises that she can do better, I'll be behind her all the way. They argued ... over ME taking a shower. What the fuck is up with that? I heard them arguing again after she went in her room to cry. I got so pissed off that I kicked some stuff over upstairs in front of my sisters and little brother. For the first time, I wanted to murder that fucking bastard. He's even said to my youngest sister, "I'll haunt you forever" or some shit like that just last Monday. My temper flared when my dad told me the next day. I got really protective of her and wanted to sort him out for good.
I suppose that's all I need to say right now. I wanted to get this all out in the open because I'm fed up of not saying everything. I may tell a few friends to confide in, but this is the full story. My life is a goddamn soap opera now. It's constantly drama after drama and I swear I should've given up ages ago. Thankfully, I've not. I know people have been through much worse than myself, but this is the shit I've had to put up for the past month or so. I only want good news now and not bad news.
There've been so many times my temper's flared up and it hasn't done in six years. You see, I was being bullied those years ago back in school. I couldn't tolerate anymore and I ended up punching the girl that was doing it when I got off the school bus one night. I'm not one for normally getting angry, I'm so good at keeping calm. But just lately, all this crap has been either making me angry or want to burst into tears all the time. It's taken me all those years to keep that temper under control. I'm actually scared of it. I don't want the temper to flare up. I'm scared of what I'll do if I lose control. I lose all sense of reality and feel like hurting whoever's annoying me. And I generally don't like to be perceived as the angry person, but there's only so much toleration in my veins until I turn nasty ...
Wow, I guess it feels a lot better now I've let it out.

Anyway, there's my fucked up life. Maybe I should make my own soap opera if it does continue like this.