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Well, I'm totally pissed right now....Let me start from the begining.......Get some popcorn, `cause this will take a while.......

I was lazily watching TV, when my dad called me, telling me to open the garage door, because he was bringing the camper home. So, I open it, and waited for him to come home. I could of just went back inside and watched TV, but I waited for him, because I knew if I didn't help him, he would just come inside and b***h me out. So I helped him back the camper in the garage, and went back inside. He comes in, yells at my brother for taking his second bath of the day, and proceeds to go take his bath. I remember that my mother told me to clean my room, so I run into my room a straighen it up. I go back into the living room, my dad gets in my face because the kitchen isn't clean for my mom, who wouldn't of come home for another 3 hours, to cook dinner. I had already cleaned up my mess when I made spagetti, except for wiping off the stove, and the rest was my brothers. So, I went int there, clean up the mess, and went back to the couch. My dad leaves for a little, comes back, puts my sheets in the washer, then proceeds to b***h me out for not having the intuition to fold the clothes in the basket. I'm fourteen! Like I would think that far into the future to fold the clothes in the basket!

Wait a second....

*comes back*

Yeah, now my mom is critizing me on my cleaning of the counter... Anyways....

So, I ended up having to fold the clothes in the basket, which was mostly made up of my dad's underwear......Anywho, I finished it, and watched my Chrono Crusade tapes to make sure nothing was wrong with them, before I let my friends borrow them.

P.S. Chrono with a fever is sooo adorable! heart

My dad was leaving, but before he did, he yelled at me to do the dishes. I figured I would just wait until we ate dinner.

Bad choice.

My dad came home, I was talking on the phone to Daisukeh, and he yells at me, while I'm on the phone. He had the nerve to GET ON THE PHONE and tell my friend that I had to go and do the freaking dishes. So, I get out of my room, and he proceeds to yell at me. Of course, having his temper, I yell back. He just keeps yelling repeating the same stuff, not letting me get a word out otherwise. My mom tells me to shut up, but that was usless, cause I had already closed my mouth. He keeps yelling, long after I had gave up on listening, and walks out the door. My mom tells me I shouldn't argue, but I had already did all the work he made me do anyways!

So he went outside, I ate dinner, silent. You know I'm mad when I don't talk. My mom proceeds to go on, about how my dad is stressed cause my grandma is sick, and how you know he'll just keep yelling, how I should keep my mouth shut, and how it affects his health.

Currently, I could give a rat's a** about any off this. That might sound cold and heartless, but it's true. Just because he's upset, doesn't give him the right to take it out on me. And I should have to sit there and take it. My family just gets me angrier and angrier every day. I don't get anything. If I try to ask for a allowence, they say, "Oh, we feed you, we give you shelter. You should have to pay us!" They act like the only reason I'm home for the summer is to clean.

Speaking of my other family, my brothers just as bad. I was looking at the pictures I had on my computer, and since her put this stuff for his camera on the computer, all things I do in paint go on this slideshow thingy. He comes into the kitchen and accuses me off getting on his stuff. It's not my fault that's where my pictures go! He expect me to look at all my pictures on paint, and have to put up each one manually, just because he said so! Then, he tells me to shut up as he yells at me. The nerve! He acts like he's the boss of me! He tries to push me off the computer chair, fails, so he turns off the computer! I just want to kill them all! Then, when my mom come home for lunch, I try to tell her, with my idiot brother spewing lies, and she doesn't even listen! I HATE MY FAMILY!!!!

Although...My family population is decreasing rapidly. WHICH brings me to another point.

My grandma has been sick for a while, but NO ONE tells me why. She been having to go to chemotherapy now, so I figured on my own what was wrong. But no one would tell me. I'd ask them why she had to go to the hospital, and they would just say it was because of her cough. But she has cancer, and still no one would tell ME! The only reason I know for sure is because I overheard my dad talking to someone at this benefit dinner for my great uncle, who also has cancer. But why wouldn't they tell me! They act if I can't handle the truth or something. Yeah right. I've already had three grandparents and a great uncle to die of cancer and heart problems.

And my mom....Ugh....She yells at me for the stupidest things. Like, a few moments ago, she yelled at me for answering "What?" venomously when she called. It's not like I did it on purpose...I'm just pissed right now. So, she threatens to make me get off the internet if I did it again. Oh boy...I can't even say "whatever" anymore....She yells at me for that. And on another occassion when I was mad, I wasn't talking for two reasons: Number 1, I didn' want to say something I would regret, and Number 2, I didn't want to have to talk to them. So, she made me get off, when she said she would let me on.

It just makes me mad....I hate my family even more right now. They don't even aplogize for making me cry! Like once, my retainer broke. So, naturaly, I threw it away. Oh...The hell I got for that. The made me look through the trash, which I knew it wasn't in, and yelled at me because they didn't want to pay for it. They said I had knew not to throw it away, because the orthodontist said so, but the only said not to let the dog get it. They made me cry, and blamed me for it. A few days later, I went to get my new retainer, and got hell ald the way there. Guess what? Didn't cost a penny. Didn't even had to say what happened to the other one. I told my parent's that, and I still got hell! They said, "What if it did cost something? You should obey us!"

So, right now, I'm fumming, they're still complaining, and I want to stab something. Throw your damn popcorn bags away, and let little children back into the room.