Grr

After winding up on the receiving end of an extreme rant about my health--which, by the way, is nowhere near as screwed up as either my father's or my stepmother's--I found myself on the business end of another one. Seems that today that's the norm.

And I hate having to answer questions twice. Which was the issue a few moments ago. The same questions, being asked by the same annoying person, at the same time. Every. Single. Day. Like clockwork.

"Are you on a diet?"
"Are you going to eat that?"

Endless, until I answer it for what is usually by thne the fifth time that day. And I let know in no uncertain terms that I have answered those questions already, that I'm sick of being asked these questions, and that I will eat when I'm good and ready.

Which, needless to say and yet I'm saying it anyway, does *not* go over well with the 'rents.

Still can't use my computer, can't really *do* anything right now.

It's not my diet that's making me sick. It's living here, being crushed beneath their rule like so much dirt underfoot.

It's going to be too much eventually. Eventually my cool control is going to snap, and I'll fall.

Hmph. Seems like 'eventually' isn't all that far off.

I've done all I'm allowed to for the day. Now, I can only do three things:
a) sleep
b) angst
or
c) angst in my sleep.
It's been choice c) for a week now.

Not like I have that much of a choice. These people...it doesn't seem that they know kindness any longer. What has happened to the patience, the understanding? Shit, what happened to the last ounce of their decent humanity?

...Heh. Matbe I shouldn't write and listen to ansgty music at the same time. But I can't help it. Too much is happening at once, and it's finally beginning to affect me again.

I'd ignore these people, but it's hard to ignore a thorn ripping into vital veins.

OK. Maybe I should stop now before I get blood all over the keyboard.