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Well, I did have quite a couple of "one or two"s...

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Lonely and depressed... T_T

*sighs depressedly*

Okay, I was better before briefly, but now I'm feeling all depressed again. I so so hate it when my parents drive over to my place to do some jobs (mainly taking care of the garden) and then when they get back they give me hell about my crappy household for the next half an hour. My dad can be really mean about it. He says it all matter-of-factly as if it was plain obvious truth and every word is so hurtful and insulting. He says it's "socially inacceptable" and I'm a pig and I should be ashamed of myself... So, okay, I'm not very tidy. I usually don't bend down to pick up a tissue that I tried to toss into the wastebasket and missed. I pick it up all together when I take it out. And I don't bother with a magazine lying around on the floor. I just don't care. I don't see it. And if I have to step over it a hundred times, so be it. I usually just don't care. And what am I supposed to do with the trash. I can't just toss away old milkcartons, since I have to take them to the recycling yard and when I come home from college it's not open anymore. And I'm often tired when I get home. I don't feel like leaving again to take away the glass. And I feel like I can't handle all this myself. The dusting, vacuuming, cleaning, wiping, sweeping... It's too much for one person. A whole house and a garden... Why don't they see that? And they only give me hell. All the time, again and again. My bro, he's got it easy. He comes home every night, gets food made, never had to cook, clean, take out the trash. And he doesn't help my parents at all. But no, that doesn't matter. I'm only trying to divert attention when I point that out.

I hate this house. I wish I wouldn't have to go there every term. I loathe it. I loathe its oldness and ugliness and coldness and loneliness. I loathe loathe loathe it! Why don't they see that???? T_T