Why must I bow down to you? Why must I deal with your crap? When will you ever fucking learn?
Today at my grandparents’, my grandma came to talk to me, and asked to me just grind my teeth and just deal with it. Thankfully she means so much to me that I just nodded and stared at my laptop. For if it was anyone else, forget it, I would have bite their heads off.
I feel so bad for not really showing any emotion or for my relatives to think that I’m cold blooded, but seriously, why is it that I have to deal and smile at all the crap that I get? I have a limit too, I’m only human.
I wanted to tell my grandma there and then that I needed to stop hearing all this cause I can no longer take it. My home has become just a house, where I store my stuff, where I come home to bathe and eat and to rest. Tolerance is needed, but not till what I have to dish out. So I’m really sorry grandma, I really am. For creating trouble, for everything, but I can take it no longer.