Things just seem to be getting worse and worse here.
Today, Sean went and upset Mom, once again. He then came up to lecture me about The Street Outreach Project, asking when I was going again. Told him I was going again tomorrow, and he told me that I'd apparently said that I was going to go to Liskeard with Mom tomorrow to sign onto Job Seekers Allowance (unemployment), and look for a Council Apartment. Funny; I don't remember saying ANY of that shit.
I yelled at him, basically telling him to fuck off, and slammed my door in his face. He hit the door hard, and has basically broken the door frame of my bedroom door. Thanks a lot, you fucking asshole!
Hopefully, Richard isn't still feeling ill tomorrow. If he is, I won't be going to TSOP again, and I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself them. Going to have to remain outside for a while to make it seem like I'm out at the field working with Richard. Question is, what am I going to do tomorrow if I'm not going to TSOP again?
I wish Mom would just throw him out of the house already. The only thing making everyones' lives hell is him. Without him, things would be a lot better. Not perfect, but it would be a billion times better than it is now.
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