I need a place to rant. Some of you sometimes like reading rants, or at least enjoy other peoples misery. So. It seemed like a match made in heaven.
I hate my home. I know I'm a privileged rich white boy without real problems, but holy hell I hate it here. I'm home for spring break and my parents are literally driving me insane. When I say literally, I mean fucking literally. I can feel my sanity escaping me. I'm here for spring break and I do not know if I can survive a week of it.
They're not bad people. They're just utterly dull and completely inconsiderate of anyone but themselves. Or at least utterly inconsiderate of me. It's become impossible to have a conversation with them that isn't totally one sided. I have no possible conversation topic with them. If my mom talks to me, it's about three topics: one, reminding me how much she's paid for my college and therefore I should never stop kissing her ass; two, ordering me to do something in a tone like I'm a fucking child; three, criticizing me. My dad shares the same topics, except sometimes he'll spice it up by complaining about his medical problems. I get it, I feel bad, but honestly, shut the fuck up. I know everything there is to know about your fucked up knee. There's nothing new you can tell me.
If I try to strike up a conversation with them, it's just me saying things, desperately hoping they'll pick up on a thread and say something interesting. I get nods and "uh huh"s at best. Utterly fucking impossible.
To make it more fun, I have no car, so I'm stuck in this fucking pit of misery. I have no one to talk to about anything even remotely interesting.
And we have a new dog that's four months old and constantly fucking shit up. So every so often I get to listen to them yell at the top of their fucking lungs at the dog. Hooray.
I've never contemplated suicide more seriously.
I hate my home. I know I'm a privileged rich white boy without real problems, but holy hell I hate it here. I'm home for spring break and my parents are literally driving me insane. When I say literally, I mean fucking literally. I can feel my sanity escaping me. I'm here for spring break and I do not know if I can survive a week of it.
They're not bad people. They're just utterly dull and completely inconsiderate of anyone but themselves. Or at least utterly inconsiderate of me. It's become impossible to have a conversation with them that isn't totally one sided. I have no possible conversation topic with them. If my mom talks to me, it's about three topics: one, reminding me how much she's paid for my college and therefore I should never stop kissing her ass; two, ordering me to do something in a tone like I'm a fucking child; three, criticizing me. My dad shares the same topics, except sometimes he'll spice it up by complaining about his medical problems. I get it, I feel bad, but honestly, shut the fuck up. I know everything there is to know about your fucked up knee. There's nothing new you can tell me.
If I try to strike up a conversation with them, it's just me saying things, desperately hoping they'll pick up on a thread and say something interesting. I get nods and "uh huh"s at best. Utterly fucking impossible.
To make it more fun, I have no car, so I'm stuck in this fucking pit of misery. I have no one to talk to about anything even remotely interesting.
And we have a new dog that's four months old and constantly fucking shit up. So every so often I get to listen to them yell at the top of their fucking lungs at the dog. Hooray.
I've never contemplated suicide more seriously.