Major hypocrite

I'm unbelievably depressed right now. I just can't seem to stop myself from crying. I'm sure a lot of people who regularly read this blog will know exactly the reason why. Sean. Mom's major asshole of a boyfriend. One hell of a hypocrite too.

I got an entire lecture from him about how I'm always extremely rude to my Mom, and that I act like a spoiled little kid; it's like...look who's fucking talking! Yesterday, he threw one hell of a fit just because of Mom telling him not to boss my youngest brother around, and then asking him for help with something else. I'm the one acting like a spoiled kid? Fucking grow up yourself...asshole. The bummer is that I just can't bring myself to tell him what a major fucking hypocrite he is about the whole thing. I'm too nice to do that really.

I found out from Richard today that Sean seems to completely contradict himself too. After my seizure last Wednesday, Richard bought me home. I immediately ran upstairs to my room because I didn't want to hear anything from Sean. Richard ended up talking to Sean. Sean ended up calling me a child then too. He was also telling Richard that I shouldn't be allowed to go to the project anymore due to having two seizures there now. He followed that with something like "He needs to stop acting like a child and start making his own decisions."

Erm...hello? What the fuck do you think I've always been doing. I decided not to claim unemployment due to the accident that gave me epilepsy in the first place, yet he keeps trying to get me to claim it, so I have no decision in that if I bothered to fucking listen to him. I decide to go to the project, yet he's trying to decide for me that I shouldn't fucking attend the project. Why say I should make my own decisions if he's constantly trying to make the decisions for me? I don't listen, so his decisions will never happen, but damn.

I'm amazed that he can say Mom has mental problems. He seems to be the one with mental problems. HUGE mental problems. Now it's understandable why no one around here seems to like the bastard. He's got his fat fucking head so far up his fucking ass that he can't seem to see he's the problem with everything! He seems to think he can do no wrong; that he's always right in everything he says. I'm so fucking tired of it all.

I don't even know why I'm letting it affect me so much. I should just be completely ignoring it, and not crying majorly about it. I guess that's just the really sensitive part of me coming out. I'm way too emotionally sensitive...