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I'm pissed. Not only did my godmother come home drunk but she just HAD to yell at my cat. Jesus mother of fuck I hate people who yell at my pets. She's being a bloody hypocrite too since she tells me off when I so much as talk sourly at my cat (at least I don't full out yell just because she jumped on the counter, which she always does). If I fucking could, I'd move out and take my cat with me.

I don't care if I'm being judgemental but I absolutely hate anyone who gets drunk. Even more so when said person denies that they drink. I have officially lost all respect I had for the woman who raised me. It's bad enough she's ALWAYS saying "You know, with what happened to me, I'm dead inside. I'm here but not all here."

Yeah, jee thanks for telling me I'm living with the walking dead. No wonder you never listen to me. But other's... oh ho ho boy do you listen to them. And the fucking paranoia is starting to piss me off.

"Go out more! For the love of God you're always inside!"

But then...

"Don't take your bike to go out, someone will steal it even if you lock it; they'll take off the wheels. [...] Fine, go with your bike, but if it gets stolen don't come crying to me."

I am bloody sick and tired of defending someone who thinks they're fucking perfect in every bloody way.

And no, talking it out with her won't work because she's fucking delusinal, meaning she'll blame my music for all my problems.

Well bitch, you're a closet drunk who's dead inside. I don't have to listen to a bloody word you say.