InsaneJournal

Current location:	My bed
Current mood:	depressed
Current music:	One-X -- Three Days Grace
Entry tags:	journal entry

FUCK HOLIDAYS! I tried, I TRIED to get into the Christmas spirit, to help my family and the only thing I got was yelled at. And yeah, I'm a little upset that all I got for Christmas was a pair of school pants, which I've been asking for all year and a DVD. And I Also know that its the time of year of giving and not receiving but FUCK THIS!!

I cleaned and I mean I went all out! I cleaned the dinning room, the living room, got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the carpet, wrapped all the presents. I even cleaned and cooked in/the kitchen. All I got was bitched at. My mother just about tore my fucking head off any chance she got, and when she wasn't down stairs yelling at me she was upstairs sleeping even though they were HER guests.

Then my brother came over and she has the nerve to put him down in front of me. I've sort of started disliking my brother without even knowing him just because my mother hates him, and because my mother hates him I'm not apart of my nieces life. And then she comes down stairs again after sleeping and started screaming how no one left her food for lunch tomorrow at work or how no one saved her any or made her this or made her that. Then she started yelling once my brother left.

Then I come to find out I left my messenger bag at school which just ruined everything because I'm going on a trip Friday out of state and that's my favourite bag and I forgot it, and my celtic ring is missing. I tried looking for both and when It came down to it I just went in my room and cried, I'm crying now, I'm never having Christmas here again. I don't care if they're my family. This happens every year. And it only gets worse and worse.

I hate it, I hate it so much. I also got yelled at for not cleaning even though my parents are the ones that went out and drank for fifteen hours so they couldn't wake up the next day. It's not worth it. It's just not.