burned inside extra

where do i start?

the irony? or the fucking hell of it all?

i find it strange, that two fires have severly impacted me in less than a month. the electrical fire in my backyard…and then last night the building next door to my mothers office burnt to the ground. her office is soaked, like a piece of damp paper. the walls will mold, and the furniture is destroyed. i don’t even know what is going on with all of her files.

secondly, i got grounded again.

my job on sundays is laundry, so i do the laundry every sunday. but my brother had his mind set on ruining my day. he constantly would turn off the dryer, take out clothes befure they were done washing and throw them on the floor. and then go put in a load of a pair of under wear and 5 pairs of socks. my mother did nothing to stop him. at around 4:00 i was folding towels when he marched into the room, shoved my pile of towels off the table and demanded i leave so he could do his homework. i went to tell my mom and she grounded me for the night, said i couldn’t go to youth group.

well i had to go. i had a skit to do, i had no choice. so when she ungrounded ben and took him to his friends house, i ungrounded my self and went to youth group.

honestly…who grounds their kids from church?

oh wait, mine do…fucking atheists.

i came home and my parents screamed at me, where the fuck have you been, why isn’t the laundry done…etc. i ignored them and went to bed.

well today i am applying for a new job, at the new old navy store. when my brother, who is 14 years old, 15 on thursday…takes a red marker and draws a smiley face across my entire resume. there was no point. he knew it was mine, he knew it was important…he knew better. so i asked my dad to do something, and he screamed at me and extended my grounding.

so i think i am just stuck in this house for the next few weeks. but i say FUCK THEM!

because honestly i won’t listen. i have bang bang you’re dead rehearsals, and a bunch of other things. i am supposed to meet with candice tomorrow at 4:00. i don;t know how i will pull that one off. but i don’t care if i get grounded for longer.

i am playing a huge game of FUCK YOU!

good bye…

some days i wish i had a gun. because i would pull the trigger on my brother.