I want out. Out of this house,out of this town,out of this state and sometimes even out of this existence. I was late picking up the parents from somewhere,so,they got a cab home,but upon my arrival they were on their way out and saw fit to have a go at me for my lack of timing. Sure I knew round abouts when they would arrive and I thought I'd make it in time,but noooooo they don't care what the story is behind my not being able to pick them up,they only care that I didn't,and I've had enough. They never listen to my reasons as they're just excuses I give them to justify what I did,good or bad they don't give a fuck. If it was a constant thing with me I'd understand,but it's not and I'm over being treated like a dumbass,lazy fuck that can't find a decent job (they won't buy excuses for why not there either,even though it's not my fucking fault) and for not knowing exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life. If I knew what i wanted to do already at my age I think that'd make me pretty fucking boring,or am I boring already?

I feel alone,unloved,an object of everyone's disdain that won't go away,and a useless heap of shit unto myself for having feelings.