So I've had a headache all morning. It stopped for a little while after I took some pain killers and it's back.
I've explained this to my mother this morning (it's late afternoon now) and she asks, "Why are you being so crabby?" I'm just like seriously, did I not explain this before. So I tell her again, "I've had a headache since this morning!"
"Did you take (name of pain killers) like I told you?"
"Yes."
"Well then, stop being such a grouch."
Are you kidding me?! A mother freaking headache all day and I get yelled at. On top of that, my room is super close to the kitchen and I can hear my brother and mother talking about me.
My brother has this project due tomorrow where he had to bring a foreign dish to class. My mom is helping him with it and I can hear them saying, "Well, at least I'm/you're not like (my name) and cut yourself with a knife" & "Well, I'm not (my name)." Oh, my favorite: "I don't make mistakes, I'm not (my name)."
What the h*ll?! I'm right here! My room is right next door to you and you don't talk softly like you think you do. How the fudge do you think I feel when I hear stuff like that? Usually, I can brush it off and laugh along, but not when it's "behind my back."
Sorry, I feel stupid now. I'm just going to go.
Bye guys

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Literatura FaktuThis is just a place to put my rants. That's all. UPDATED 10/13/15: I'm adding a poem here because I don't want to open up another book. I don't know if I'll write more "poetry," so the title may change somewhere down the line. UPDATE 12-5-15: The t...