Getting yelled at because I'd rather spend time at the library, doing something I enjoy, then sitting at home being bored out of my mind, and waiting on the every fucking whim of people who think I'm a god damn butler.
Because, nooooo, the only fucking person in a 5 person family who has a damn job, or a damn car, or does FUCKING ANYTHING isn't allowed to have a single fucking day to themselves.
I'm sorry, I thought the fact that you've been blowing our money, the money I'VE BEEN WORKING TO EARN, on your stupid movies to watch while I'm at work in a hellhole, seemed slightly unfair, seeing as how I ask nothing of people. Or maybe the fact that I soon as I get home, and don't even have time to change out of my work uniform, I'm already getting badgered about food because you're too damn lazy to get your asses up to the fridge, seemed slightly annoying.
But no, I'm the bad guy for pointing out that everyone has been a lazy fucking slob while I'm busting my ass trying to provide for their shitty habits. Because it's my fault that all our money goes to pointless fucking things like movies and fast food, rather than, oh, I dunno, maybe a damn internet connection so I could get an education to get out of this hellhole? Which we could totally afford if people weren't being so fucking stupid with finances.
But everything is my god damn fault. And when I don't want to call them, because I just want to get away from them, I'm being fucking horrible and selfish.
I'm so angry right now I can't even see straight. I'm just going to go cry now.