I'm beginning to hate people more and more, even my own family sometimes. Nobody wants anything at all to do with me anymore, unless it's to get something out of me one moment and drop me the next, or berate me for something I supposedly did wrong or didn't do quite to somebody's liking. Any other times I'm just a ghost to be ignored. My presence/absence does not matter, I could be here or I could not and no one would be affected either way.

This most recent angry sentiment is brought on by my mom yelling at me twice this night alone, and both times for equally stupid reasons. One, because I used the bathroom and got some cheese. OH no, I dared venture out of my room for 2 minutes, guess I should stay there from now on and not even go out to piss. Second time was because she was yelling at me to let the cat in my room, but I didn't hear her at first because I was listening to music. That pissed her off and she made sure to let me know it, too.

Not to mention it is almost 70 degrees outside and for whatever ungodly reason, she has the heat on. I already had to change clothes once and shut my vent. To think I was looking forward to fall because I thought it would mean not having to burn up in my room day in and day out.

It's also half past 3 in the morning now, and she is still awake. I just want her to go to bed already. I'm waiting on her to go so I can have some time for myself, but that may not be happening if she stays up much longer. Dad gets up at 5.
I have a headache that won't really go away...