This always happens. Always.

You can’t wake me out of a dead sleep and expect me to jump in the car with you with out any dry clothes. Need I remind you that our dryer is fucking broken? No? Well I believe that I relayed that message to you yesterday after I came home from being gone for three days, so expect me to not have any clothes. I may have a lot of clothes but I only wear what fits me and what is not from when I was twelve, yet we refuse-nay- ‘never have the time’ to sell them, so they muck up my room. Those don’t count as clothes.

Yes I know that I have to go to work but not until five in the afternoon. I know you were called at the last minute to work the second you woke me up in my half dead trance. 

Sorry that I can’t ride with you. Oh you are putting on that ‘you are so fucking useless’ tone again aren’t you? Here let me call for a ride from my grandma who seems to be my last hope to get to work tonight. 

Oh… even she sounds like she would rather jump in a pit of rabid hyenas than affiliate herself with me. Yeah I suppose that it runs in the family huh? I even offered ten dollars gas money, I kind of thought that compensation usually sweetened a deal but in this case it makes it worse???

What a way to wake up in the morning.

… I feel sick and a burden. I’m sorry. For everything. Please bear my existence for just a bit longer. I am trying, I really am.