Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Family Suicide Hotline: Which One Of You Am I Speaking To? @ 1:53 AM
My entire family is so fucking dysfunctional.
I've been waiting all day for David to call so he could squee over Leverage and I could bitch about Jericho. That was the plan for the night.
Do I get a call? No. Do I get a text from my mother telling me he's in the psych hospital eight fucking hours later? Yeah.
JESUS CHRIST. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF US!??
You'd think the way me my brother and my sister are mentally it'd be the result of inbreeding or something. But no, there's no logical reason to explain why the fuck we're all suicidal idiots.
And I knew something has been wrong with him for a little while now, he talks funny when there is. But HE NEVER TELLS ME SHIT. I ask, I nag. He says he's fine. I get frustrated.
I HATE THAT.
I tell that mother fucker everything, and he can't get around to telling me when he's feeling like shit?
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I'm so mad right now.
And my mom might STILL be going on her vacation to FL like an idiot on Wed while he's all stuck in the crazy house so if she does that I'm gonna have to work my ass off to try to make money to go up there to see him.
JESUS.
I CANT AFFORD THIS.
WHY DON'T PEOPLE JUST TALK ABOUT SHIT WITH ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. & Fuck I know that's hypocritical but hell I at least still tell him shit after the fact.... or during, depending. Whatever.
This is retarded.
My whole family needs brain transplants.
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