Seriously, I have no fucking creativity, therefor I can never come up with something good to draw off the top of my head without someones initial thought. I can’t fucking produce a master work of art. Someone is always there to show me up.
It’s my only fucking escape and even it can’t get me anywhere.
This double standards fucking bullshit at home. Having to fucking do everything because I’m the only one home - TRUST ME, I’D RATHER BE OUT WORKING MY ASS OFF.
Sick of mum yelling at me telling me that no one else is getting it better than me. Why the fuck does it feel like that then? No one else has to do most of the chores around here. A note every morning telling me what I need to do with a “Thank you Darling xxx” at the end, and when I bring it up I get a guilt trip of “I thought you would see it as helping your mum and family out”.
I’m the only one with an assigned night to cook dinner.
My sister comes home from work and bludges in front of the TV. My brother comes home from Uni and leaves to go have a swim at his mates, and doesn’t come home until after dinner.
Sick of not have a job, and not having my license to get the fuck out of here.