couldn't be more certain

Can't have dinner because they decided to completely re do the pantry and there is stuff literally all over the floor in the kitchen. Can't order food because I had to uber home from work (sister bailed on picking me up after saying she would/would update me if she couldn't/i gave her gas money).

I just want to go to me, my dad, and my cat. It's been such a shitty two weeks. Realtor still hasn't made any progress on the house and now i'm gonna have to fight her to get my shit back. Didn't get the promotion t work that would let me have better pay and less stress.

I'm crying and no one in this house cares.

I want my mom.

I'm. So. Fucking. Tired. Of all this.

Why the fuck would you ask me if I want to light fireworks? And not even question my answer of "I don't fucking want to be here right now"