I dispise this...

I really dislike when my personal space, and my things become an after thought. How hard is it to ask if its okay to take something I have bought and paid for? How hard is it to ask  if I have the extra resources to spare something for you?

Not that freaking hard.

And I don't think that its to much to ask, after all, lately off my measly wage I've been supporting a family of fucking seven, and I make less money than everyone else in the house, yet I'm the one with a fucking job.

I don't understand how it works, nor do I care to learn, I just want a little respect to be shown towards all the shit I do.

And everytime I open my mouth to say how I feel about something I get shit on because everyone else does more, or has more stress than me, or I'm just 'young' and don't understand how life works.

Fuck you, fuck off I don't understand how life works. Obviously I do if I'm not only paying my portions of bills and food and rent and other house hold items, but every one elses as well. Plus putting gas is everyone elses fucking cars and vans as well.

But no, I'm just young. And I'm just angry because I'm pregnant.

Fuck you.

I generally feel like I'd be more inclined to help out if other people had the means to do so as well. I mean thanks for cooking dinner for everyone with the groceries that I bought, but making me feel generally horrible about the fact that I'm eating it.

I forgot, I'm just here to serve every body elses needs. How I feel, or what I get for myself has no meaning to anyone else at all.

I do not think I am destined to say in this situation long.

I mean really, I just want to tell everyone off, and just disappear. Sometimes I honestly feel that I'd be better off struggling to get by as a single mother on my own then living in a house with these fuckers.

I feel utterly disrespected, and its bullshit. I could understand if it was just a bunch of random room-mates, vbut I mean come the fuck on. You're supposed to be my family. QUIT DRAGGING ME UNDER.

Fuck off. Fuck you.