mrtnmoon
I am the fact decider...
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- Mar 2, 2005
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but I don't care and I need to get some stuff off my chest
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my bro just stormed out becuse he's "sick of this shit". my crime? trying to get him to talk to my mom like she's a human being instead of a piece of dog-shit. she gets on my nerves, too, but I try to talk about it with him where she can't hear it. it's been worse lately, tho. he gets irritated so easily. she made an innocuous little comment about the tv, not even directed at him. she was talking to me... but he flew off the handle because she "worries so much about the tv", among other equally unimportant things, and he can only take so much.
I've tried to tell him I dunno how many times that dealing with her is like dealing with a child... a 5 or 10 year old child, because she's had a series of strokes.... the doc said mini-strokes, bro is quick to point out, like that's not supposed to affect her behavior. his defense? "well, you get frustrated, too." which is true, but like I said I try to talk to him late at night when she can't hear it. when I mention to him I'm afraid of his temper, I always get, "well, I'm not the one that stabbed myself in the leg or took an overdose to teach us a lesson like you did," like that proves my violence.
for one thing, if I really wanted to kill myself I would have swallowed all60 or 70 pills instead of 25. the point I was trying to prove is I'm more dangerous to myself than anyone else.... something I can't say about him.
there's more shit, but... whatever, who knows, me and mom could be homeless by next month. I haven't been able to work and he took the car and whatever little bit of money we had and left. if it weren't
for mom and I wasn't afraid to die, I would just swallow any fucking pill I could get my hands on.
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my bro just stormed out becuse he's "sick of this shit". my crime? trying to get him to talk to my mom like she's a human being instead of a piece of dog-shit. she gets on my nerves, too, but I try to talk about it with him where she can't hear it. it's been worse lately, tho. he gets irritated so easily. she made an innocuous little comment about the tv, not even directed at him. she was talking to me... but he flew off the handle because she "worries so much about the tv", among other equally unimportant things, and he can only take so much.
I've tried to tell him I dunno how many times that dealing with her is like dealing with a child... a 5 or 10 year old child, because she's had a series of strokes.... the doc said mini-strokes, bro is quick to point out, like that's not supposed to affect her behavior. his defense? "well, you get frustrated, too." which is true, but like I said I try to talk to him late at night when she can't hear it. when I mention to him I'm afraid of his temper, I always get, "well, I'm not the one that stabbed myself in the leg or took an overdose to teach us a lesson like you did," like that proves my violence.
for one thing, if I really wanted to kill myself I would have swallowed all60 or 70 pills instead of 25. the point I was trying to prove is I'm more dangerous to myself than anyone else.... something I can't say about him.
there's more shit, but... whatever, who knows, me and mom could be homeless by next month. I haven't been able to work and he took the car and whatever little bit of money we had and left. if it weren't
for mom and I wasn't afraid to die, I would just swallow any fucking pill I could get my hands on.
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