Look, I'm no Howard Hughes...
Sunday, January 4, 2009 7:40:37 AM
When people SIT on my bed.
I cringe up like I heard nails on a chalkboard.
It feels like insects are crawling under my skin.
Ohhhhh god, I can't stand it.
Anyways, the point of telling you all this in the first place; my mother came in and sat on my bed totally unsespecting, and OOOOOOOOPPPP. The chills ran up and down my spine. As politely as I could, I said "Can you please not sit?"
And she went crazy. Bezerk.
So for the whole day shes been pissed off at me.
Whenever I try to explain why I cant handle it she either says I'm making it up or I should find a way to deal with it.
But I cant.
So now I feel like I've got a horrible life or some other sob story, even though obviously i dont. Compared to little african kids or wotever. Ya know.
That angsty, WHY-THE-FUCK-IS-THE-WHOLE-WORLD-AGAINST-ME feeling.
Its just that everyone rants their problems and daily life to me.
But no one even cares what I say.