Sick of the shit at my house. Mom and dad are dicked to me but praise and treat my druggy brother like the damn golden child. I try so hard to make them happy, give them money and clean all teh time, I can't work right now because I have a severe back injury my dad says I am faking. I have 6 bulging disc, scoliosis and arthritis. All on a MRi and he still says I am faking it. They told me to do schooling for data entry, a office job, which I said yes to, so hopefully can start that soon to gt them to leave me the fuck alone. Just sick of the crap, Chris and my cats can only help so much, mom and dad get defensive when I try to talk and it just ends in screaming so I just end up bottling everything like usual, I feel like I need ot be a drug addict just to get positive attention but then again they would probably just kick my ass out. Sorry for the rant, hopefully no one reads my stuff anymore... Just hoping to scrap up enough money and get a tablet for the holidays. That might make me feel a little better... Peace love and napalm, happy hllidays everyone