am tired. tired of my parents. and my sister. any minute i'm not at work and it's before 10pm, will i do this, will i do that, who cares if they get to stop doing things any time they want but they *know* i'm at work from 5 til 10 or whatever... and i have essays to write, which i should be able to write in peace.. i sat on the sofa five minutes before i had to leave for work this afternoon and my sister asked me to organise the magazine rack.

okay.

bad idea. i tipped it all out, separated it into piles, worked through the piles, and then almost cried when i was pulled away from it to go to work. my sister promptly told me off.

pfft.

i feel so alienated. my sister and parents have, ah, 'proper jobs'. they get monthly wages, they have credit cards, they can *drive*.. they don't cut themselves. they don't do homework when they get, ah, home. they don't have weekend jobs, and they don't have to write stupid essays.

they're separate from my world, and they're going to stay that way, i can't STAND them coming in and taking over everything, it's my fucking life, get off! SERIOUSLY! i'm going to put things MY WAY and organise my shelves until they FALL OFF THE WALLS because i can't stand the thought of you coming in and TOUCHING THINGS! get off!!! how DARE you come to my parental-tutor evening, it does NOT concern you, it's MY education, i'm PAYING for everything i need, anything i want.. *calms self*

it does not concern you. it's none of your business. it's none.. of.. your... business.

so just stay out of my way. and i won't kill you.

i've had enough. let me keep my life streamlined and organised and bullet-pointed. don't come in and start moving things. because i will physically harm you.

or myself.

don't forget to win first place, don't forget to keep that.. smile .. on your face. alanis morrisette : perfect.

you've got to measure up; make me prouder..

2002-09-21 - 10:27 p.m.
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