posted on Oct, 9 2012 @ 11:35 AM
I'm in a really foul mood. I'm also switching to "apathetic mode."
My family is starting fights with me and harassing me. I can't just stay out of it, because my brother and sister are involved. Now, my bro and sis
are wrapped up in the drama. My sis is learning to lie and treat people like trash, or puppets, to get what she wants. My bro has a serious mental
disorder, and he's become so angry he's getting violent and paranoid, so much that he's sneaking knives out of the kitchen and hiding them under
Not only do I get the pleasure of being at their effing mercy, like I have been ALL MY LIFE, but some worthless loser living in our apts apparently
complained about the way our apartment "smells."
So? So what if our apartment smells? It doesn't affect them at all. They don't live in our apt, or even near it.
So, someone snitching about our apparently smelly apartment (never noticed any smell in here before, but whatever), has resulted in the employees
whining about it too. "Oh, the maitenence men don't want to come in your apt anymore because it smells..."
Apparently, the maitenence men can go upstairs and leave the sink running in the bathroom for three days straight, making a waterfall leak through the
ceiling in our bathroom, but they can't put up with a little weird smell when working in someone's house in which they're PAID to work in.
So, because of this crybaby bs, we have to get rid of all our cats.
I have two young cats I got a few months ago. A little black and white one named Psycho, and a little tribal one named Leo. I love them so much,
watching them play makes me happier than anything... I was so happy I had something that could cheer me up when I was upset. Those things are kind of
hard to find for me.
But then I started thinking.
Usually, if you're happy, that means there's something wrong.
Whatever is making you happy is gonna disappear. That's how it usually works.
And sure enough, I have to get rid of them now that I'm attached. They're my babies.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is snitching, whining, money, business, and the landlord to whome we're expected to bow.
Yes mastah, you can have our cats.
We can barely afford food for ourselves and the cats, but we manage to take care of them because we love them so much. They're family.
But no... instead of having a sweet, innocent family of kittens, I get stuck with the trash that I'm ashamed to share a bloodline with.
We're supposed to be transitioning jobs, but the job my fiance got lined up bailed on him, now we're without work and money, and soon, we'll run
out of food again. It's only a matter of time before we lose internet too.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go give my babies to some stranger on craigslist so some stranger can probe or breed them.
I should have nown better than to let happiness take over me. I know that never ends well.