This summer is drawing to a close, and so far I and everyone else in the house have done NOTHING fun or amusing, not even a trip to the movies. The reason? FUCKING TERRI SCHIAVO LIVES IN MY LIVING ROOM! My mother has been battling cancer (and losing) since 1998 and now she is constantly whining about being in pain and nauseous and my brother and I have to chauffeur her back and forth to the oncology clinic every week or so. She's clearly rotting before our eyes and I believe it would be MUCH more humane for her and all of us if we cold just put her down. I'm sure my dad is hemorrhaging money trying to pay for all the treatments (insurance companies refuse to cover us thanks to you-know-who) and my brother and I are being denied normal lives because we are expected to act as hospice nurses 24-7. Only God knows if I'm ever going to be allowed to attend college; at this rate, I may be forced to drop out so I can be "on hand in case of an emergency."
I have repeatedly voiced my need to escape from this twisted hell I was born into; all my cries for help have gone unanswered. When I told my family how I wanted to escape, they pulled the "Be considerate" card and tied me down, presumably for life. I've got "Considerate" gushing out my ass, people! It would be MUCH easier on ALL of us if the source of our problems was terminated; i.e. either my mother or me. If you're not going to put her down, put ME down instead. I've had MORE than I can take of this WRETCHED witch coven that I have been forced to call "family." I've had it, I've HAD IT, I'VE HAD IT!!!!

Whew...had to get that out...

No comments this time; I'm not in the mood to put up with trolls.