Rude Awakening

I don’t know what it takes to make the perfect morning, but I know that it’s a recipe I’ll never have. Nothing in this world could possibly be able to fix the way that things are if no one is willing to cooperate. I don’t understand why there always is that complaint from Mom about lack of communication. Just yesterday, I texted her if she wanted to listen to a story and she ultimately changed the subject. How am I supposed to let you in on my life if that’s how it’s going to be? It was really important this time,too. I’ve never hidden anything from you, don’t drive me to do that. Out of the blue, you want to go to the beach. You wake me up at six for no reason when you and Dad leave for the doctor’s. and I can’t sleep anymore. I get that sickening feeling you feel when you haven’t slept enough and haven’t eaten enough. Then you just up and come and want to go to the beach. For what? When we’re there, you don’t let us do anything but sit in the sand far from the water. It isn’t fun just staring at it, it’s almost like a taunt. Look at what you can’t have. I don’t see the point. And getting breakfast somewhere? You always say that and then you  never follow through on your promises. Who wouldn’t be irritable at all that.

But I got dressed and showered anyways. And in the middle of all that you start yelling at me from downstairs. never mind?! You woke me at six for no apparent reason without any warning. Then you want to go to the beach. To do what exactly? I honestly don’t see the point if we aren’t going to get to do anything there. 

To top it off, Dad starts yelling at Angelyn again for being a grouch and taking his keys without permission. She knows better, especially since she got him angry yesterday,too. But I am so sick!!! I am so sick of waking up to someone yelling at someone else, and having them take it out on me in turn. I am so sick of everything just falling apart. I am so sick with turning my music as loud as it will go to drown out the yelling and banging downstairs. I am so sick of having to cry as soon as I wake up and until I go to sleep. I am so sick of all of this! I am so sick of all the blogs that I need to write just so that I can vent.  I am so sick of the fact that you all continually act this way and yet can’t understand why I want to be at St. Lorenzo’s as much as I possible can. And I am so sick of you always crying when you start everything. Enough enough enough !!!!!