I don't want to say it was the worst day of my life, but it comes in pretty close for good reasons.

It started out as any normal day did, only I had to go get my car serviced and my uncle was coming along to make sure everything would be okay. Then he brought my grandmother along, unexpected but alright.

As the day progressed my mental health declined as I literally had three people yelling in my ear, telling me this that and the other and it's hard to concentrate when there's nothing but noise in them...but the day went on.

After my car was serviced, my uncle asked if I could come by tonight and help him with an errand tomorrow. I wanted to ask my mother, so I asked my little sister to carry the message. Apparently, the message didn't get to her and when I double check, she starts to get annoyed and says "I'm blaming my sister" when I was simply saying what happened. This is when things hit the fan.

After that, my mother starts going on a tirade, claiming how she HAS to clean the pool by herself, that she does EVERYTHING in the house by herself, and I'm a lazy ass who does nothing...now, at this point I think the walls of my sanity were collapsing...no, they fucking just broke. I just lost it in my house, yelling at my mother in the sense that anytime something happens, I get shit because it happens...whatever the hell happens to her (even if it doesn't concern me) just comes back to me like its my fault. So, I leave with my uncle, literally breaking down in the car.

Then I run into my boss by the way, if I never mentioned it, he's my uncle) as I am helping escort my grandmother home and going to my uncles house. He asks a simple question, if I could perform a simple task. I had no problem and said "Sure, just wait a minute." I wanted to check with my other uncle if it was cool. Out of nowhere, my boss starts yelling at me, proclaiming "FUCK YOU" to me and slamming the door...only before coming back, again saying I'm a scumbag charity case and am fired.

Now, my friends, understand this...life, I see it as a simple thing where as you do good and try to be a good person to other people and maybe you'll catch the break and all is well. I learned a important thing today: BULLSHIT. It's like anytime I literally breath wrong, its a fucking god damn case with everyone. A simple explanation would be nice, suffice it to say this rarely happens when the shit hits the fan in my family.

So, let's go over a simple Monday in my home: I lost my mind, I became a basket case, cried on the way home in some pitiful excuse of my own existence in the sense that I'm not allowed to cry about my problems (I know that's what my mother would say), according to my mom I'm going to be kicked out on the streets, I lost my job, I honestly have no friends and life just keeps getting fucking better...

I know I'm not the most unfortunate person in the world and there are people in the world who have bigger problems then me, but for fucks sake...I'm a good person...aren't I? Is that worth something to anyone? I think not.


I'm not looking for sympathy or anything...I just honest to God (if he actually exists) don't know anymore.


It's nice to know though I'm just more fucked up than I was yesterday. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go slam my hand in a door for a while.