This is a vent. Uhhh scroll along if you don’t want to see me yap, I guess? There are mentions of suicide at the end too.
Every day someone asks something of me. Every hour, every minute. Doesn’t matter who, when, or even HOW. I can’t get a moment of privacy or peace. I could finally sit down and relax, but then I realize there are messages from friends that I haven’t read yet. I’m scared of what would happen if I didn’t reply. So I reply. Another second without peace. And then there’s more. Oh no, MY PARENTS JUST ASKED ME TO DO SOMETHING! I have to go do that before I can keep talking. Oh. My sibling just asked me to help them with something. I’ll do it when I finish. And so I finish. I go help. I finish that too. I still haven’t replied. I have to reply.
When I’m all done, I sit down and relax. And then my parents have the AUDACITY to ask why I haven’t taken care of myself yet. Like they’re not part of the problem. My mom just said that the reason I’m so tired all the time is because I sit around all the time and I get used to it. I haven’t been sitting for more than ten minutes. She tells me to go shower because I haven’t done so in a few days. I go shower. The puppies are out. I can’t close the door. They need to go on a potty pad. I shower with the door open. At least I have curtains. My mom asks me a question. I’m trying to think. I have to answer anyway or else she’ll get mad (she was yelling at my sibling for something just a minute beforehand btw). I answer. My thinking is interrupted. No peace. It was a question about RASPBERRIES. RASPBERRIES OF ALL THINGS.
I’m still in a towel. My mom had been going through my closet without my permission. I asked to grab my clothes because I usually change into them right after a shower or a bath. She says no and tells me to go grab a towel. I grab a towel. I shower.
my dad just asked me to help with something. I had to put my phone down and help. I was still writing.
Even while I’m writing this, a friend is texting me. I’m trying to ignore him today because he’s been talking to me nonstop all summer. Still no peace.
One of the puppies just came and licked my foot. They won’t leave me alone. I’m usually the one taking care of them. The one day I took a break from them (yesterday), my sibling blames me for not doing so and makes me help with EVERYTHING today.
I just made a noise from my towel rubbing against my pillow. My sibling says “doorknob.” You’ll know what that is if you watch Smokeebee. I say I didn’t do anything. She won’t stop bugging me about it. I have to explain.
Usually later in the day, I take the time to relax. Still getting texts. My parents ask me to join them in watching a movie. We watch one every night. I’m tired of them. I’m tired of it. It gets late. I don’t want to go to sleep yet because still haven’t gotten my peace yet. I stay up late. I go to sleep. I wake up early. I’m tired. I still have to take care of the girls. Even if I protest, my sibling makes a fuss out of me not helping.
I can’t tell any of them how I feel because I know it would make them upset. I’m constantly pestered.
Now I have to go eat… linner? My mom just called me over. She blames me for “lying about.” I’m trying to finish up. Goodbye.
Another friend just texted me :/
I came back and tried to keep writing about what happened at dinner. Now it feels like too much because I was in the process of writing it and then I accidentally left the tab, erasing all that was there. It’s too much.
my mom came in and made it so much worse. I cry-laughed when she finally left. I can’t anymore. I can’t even wallow or write in fucking peace. I can’t escape by killing myself either. Too many people care about me. I don’t want them to be sad for me.