Tits and tea

It’s weird. At school, I found that I naturally stepped up and have assumed a project manager sort of role, but at work, I’m terrified of responsibility

My mum didn’t bother listening to me when i started talking to her about getting a new phone. I’m tempted to just go in and talk to them about getting a free upgrade and not tell her anything.

Every time my dad makes coffee or tea, never offers it to anyone else. This morning, he had his breakfast bowl, so I made a single cup, and he texts me saying he’s not happy that I didn’t offer him any.

oh fuck this is an awful day, and it’s not even 9 am.

mum confronted me about smoking, my train was delayed, and therefore packed.

i had a minor panic attack on the train, and it was stuffy, making breathing even harder.

and finally, my coffee cup lid was broken, so i spilled coffee all over myself.

Wow so I’m the only one in my family who apparently isn’t allowed to wash only their own washing.
Brothers do it, all good. My brothers girlfriend does it, all good. My mum does it, all good. I do it, “very disappointed mum”.

Fucking hell.

Fuck my brother pisses me off.

He does literally nothing around the house. He comes home from work, eats, and then goes out.

Of course, to my parents, he’s like the golden child; he’s a carpenter, with a steady apprenticeship, who gets up at the crack of dawn to work, so he clearly doesn’t need to do ANY work at home. 

Ugh so I’m maybe failing two of my units because my teacher is a dick.
I asked him if I’d submitted everything and he said it was all ok, but the site says I failed.
Fffffuuuuuuuck!

Love not being invited to friends parties any more.