It's a true HATE.
I’m feeling – like … Arrr.
Hmmm – Gareth and Eve came in at different times. I gave no indication to Gareth about anything. Nothing. No way do I want to say anything to create any sort of thought. I treated him like any other client.
Eve came in quite awhile later – everyone had gone home and I stayed back to cut and colour his hair. It looked really good.
Mk left me the key so I could lock up. I really love working there.
I feel like crap. My stomach is tight, my jaw in clenched (and has been for ages.)
I'm feeling tense. Tied. Angry. Tired. Sigh.
I hate my brother. Really – I do. He just is at me all the time, put downs, swearing – don’t get me wrong I stand up for myself! I give it back but I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m almost 25 YEARS OLD!!!!!!! HE’S NEARLY 27!!!!!! I HATE HIM!!!!!!!! GROW UP!!!!
He goes on like nothing happened literally 2or three minutes later. I can’t do that!!!
I FUME!!!! Really I FUME!!!! How DARE HE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!!!!
AND ALL FOR WHAT!!!??? BECAUSE I WOULDN’T LET HIM USE MY BACKPACK TO TAKE TO WORK!!!!!! (Why wouldn’t I let him use it?? Because it’s my backpackers backpack. It’s huge – and he does not need it when he has hi own normal one!!!!) This is SOOOOOO very childish but I don’t want him using anything of mine regardless – He treat me like shit – so isn’t it obvious?!! I can’t stand to be around him?? I don’t even want to talk to him!!!! He YELLS at me all the God dam time and I’m sick of it!!!
I hate the person I am when he’s around me! I HATE HIM!!!!! HATE HATE HATE.
Sigh. I’m going to bed I want to get away from him.
I want to cry. I want to be held. I really want to cry.
I can’t.
I hate this.
Sigh. I wish I could move out and get my own place.
God willing – but now I’m close to work so in that respect it’s good.
Sigh.
Hmmm – Gareth and Eve came in at different times. I gave no indication to Gareth about anything. Nothing. No way do I want to say anything to create any sort of thought. I treated him like any other client.
Eve came in quite awhile later – everyone had gone home and I stayed back to cut and colour his hair. It looked really good.
Mk left me the key so I could lock up. I really love working there.
I feel like crap. My stomach is tight, my jaw in clenched (and has been for ages.)
I'm feeling tense. Tied. Angry. Tired. Sigh.
I hate my brother. Really – I do. He just is at me all the time, put downs, swearing – don’t get me wrong I stand up for myself! I give it back but I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m almost 25 YEARS OLD!!!!!!! HE’S NEARLY 27!!!!!! I HATE HIM!!!!!!!! GROW UP!!!!
He goes on like nothing happened literally 2or three minutes later. I can’t do that!!!
I FUME!!!! Really I FUME!!!! How DARE HE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!!!!
AND ALL FOR WHAT!!!??? BECAUSE I WOULDN’T LET HIM USE MY BACKPACK TO TAKE TO WORK!!!!!! (Why wouldn’t I let him use it?? Because it’s my backpackers backpack. It’s huge – and he does not need it when he has hi own normal one!!!!) This is SOOOOOO very childish but I don’t want him using anything of mine regardless – He treat me like shit – so isn’t it obvious?!! I can’t stand to be around him?? I don’t even want to talk to him!!!! He YELLS at me all the God dam time and I’m sick of it!!!
I hate the person I am when he’s around me! I HATE HIM!!!!! HATE HATE HATE.
Sigh. I’m going to bed I want to get away from him.
I want to cry. I want to be held. I really want to cry.
I can’t.
I hate this.
Sigh. I wish I could move out and get my own place.
God willing – but now I’m close to work so in that respect it’s good.
Sigh.
posted by kaz at 11:48 PM
1 Comments:
hate is a strong word, but then i had hate and to a limited degree I still do. i hope you and your brother can work out your differences in the morning
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