||[Jul. 25th, 2003|12:46 am]
.:for those who love to hate, and hate to love:.
I really don't mind doing things around the house. I do laundry, dishes, vaccum, sweep, mop, dust, clean, tidy, everything....
I've even made dad's bed on occasion.
So why do he feel the need to make me take out the garbage. I feel like the parent who tries to beat in the teenager's head to do one fucking thing around the house.
And I'm quite annoyed that dad keeps saying he's to busy to do any of this stuff. he spends at least 8 hours a day at pam's, where he is waited on hand and foot. man she's such a fool for getting involved with him.
Why do I keep doing this?
I wish I knew. I'm sure there must be some legit reason that I seem to be doing everything around here. On occasion I feel like I'm taking care of three different houses...