Jorie's Lament; Track 7, 32 minutes.
I'm sorry if you're actually reading this. If you don't want to hear me complain, I suggest you stop now.

I wrote this yesterday, well, I guess two days ago considering its nearly two AM.

My mum was talking on the phone:
I can't stand listening to her talk. Maybe becuase it's slow and unitelligable. "um...if you want something...um...to...um scare you, then it's not to see."
She talks about Shaun and how my accomplishments couldn't compare. Maybe I don't like unitelligable company at all. Brenden didn't impress me and Bobby and Mike are just annoying to me. I treat Gayson like shit but how could I not?
If one can open his mouth and tell things that no one cares about so often, he deserves it. He's nearly as self centered as someone else I know. More annoying than everyone else that I've ever been annoyed by. I'm just turning in,hiding things from even my best of friends. I scratched out just because that makes the request sound simple. Not someone, just for myself, but some who I don't feel like I'm intruding thier life when I talk to them. I work a lot. I should actually work more. I don't think I'm making nearly enough. Forty hours sounds right. What if I worked Chuck E. Cheese 6-Close four nights?

It ends. I started doing mAtH with how much I would make. It's really frustrating because I feel incredibly limited and so therefore I'd rather just work. There's this odd balance in which you can't spend too much time with people because they'd either prefer to spend it with someone else or they have no one else to spend it with and therefore you just get aNnoYeD. Regardless, here's the other that I just wrote about twenty minutes ago. We've had mass amounts of flies in our house lately, and everyone's frustrated but my brother asked my mum where they're coming from considering she's the only one ever home and she took it as he was blaming her. I spent the next twenty minutes chasing flies. I killed seven.

She is the furthest from fair. Not to mention her inconsistent and horrible parenting. If I'm grounded for two weeks, that's how long it should last. Not until the alcohol wears off. A curfew one night, and then not until two weeks later. I'm sick of getting blamed for everything, too! "This is because of your room! You don't tell me wehre you're going or when you'll be home." Yes, I do. You don't listen or remember! You don't even know when I'm home. My whole life I've had to do things for myself because I couldn't wait around for you. A minor should not need two jobs so she can buy shampoo because it takes you two weeks to read the fucking list. And then, when I cry because something in my social life isn't right, something which I'd rather piece together and deal with myself, and you won't let it float away because you want to know why. Maybe I want you to care when I'm hungry or when I hate my job or I did well in school. Maybe it'd be nice to be prided and SHOWCASED every so often. Not excessively, but like you care. Like you're not jealous. Like you know I'm goining places you never did. Maybe you could leave your jealousy behind for ten minutes and notice that my shelves are perfect and organized but the things on my floor have no place on them, and that I am not the one hosting flies in my room. I want to tell you how much I hate you, but at the same time, "you're a butterfly under the glass; beautiful, but you're not going anywhere." I want you to be in a HOSPITAL because I want you to get clean and live again.
The flies are hosting on you. You are the only decomposing meat in this house. Everyone else bustles about at high speed, but you sit and rot in your garage with the dog waiting patiently beside you for your heart to stop so she can actually be fed on time.

I dislike such immense lament toward anyone, but in a surprising turn of events, everything seems to be going so crappily right now and I'd rather this summer just end so that I can learn and meet new people in college. I was thinking about taking some classes at CLC as well so that if I decide that aRt is not for me, I can try to be a teacher. I think English would suffice, considering people get so frustrated with me for correcting them.
I really don't want to complain to anyone because they'll want to tell me to shut up because, really, my life isn't so bad. I do have a job and friends and a home and food and money to buy things, but socially, I'm currently sucking, and even one job is dead, the other has about a month and a half left.
I learned about Caesar's invasion of Gaul today and am going to continue my "Into the West" and learn about buGs tomorrow morning. Then I'll go to the dentists. Woo!

Sweet dreams of larvae invested liver and puky sugar water. G'night.

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