So my English teacher assigned us a short story. Its due Thursday, and I have to include two sorts of irony, as well as annotate the irony when I use it, then later explain and analyze the irony I used and why. This sucks. I hate prompts. I hate writing for schoolwork. I’m horrible at it. I hate censor it all so my teacher will get it and not try and tell me how to ‘better myself’. Retarded.
So, Letting Go is still going through editing. I haven’t thought of an ending to the chapter, so I’ve been going over and over it to try and think of something.
To make things worse, my mom has decided to throw bitchfits every five minutes and demand that I clean my room. I went into a cleaning frenzy over the summer and got everything off the floor, separated into piles, filled bags with trash and Goodwill items, and I had finally started resting when mom came in and ruined it. I had a nice, clean room, and she decided to pull everything out of my closet. I haven’t used the closet for years. Its filled with junk from my sisters’ childhood. I can’t fit my stuff in there, and I don’t plan to try. Mom, however, had different thoughts, and decided to ‘help’. Great. So, she ruined my room and then yelled at me later for having a dirty room.
Here’s the thing: I HAVE OCD! You can’t mess with my stuff when I have it at a point where I’m happy with it. And she messed it up! I got so upset, I refused to even go into my room for another week. I’m not going to clean if all my mom is going to do is bitch at me about it.
So now I’m swamped with English and Science homework with a bitchy mother on my back. Sorry for the lack of updates, but… I’m trying here, people. Just know that.
