The last week has been pretty hectic everyone seems to agree. With the P.P.E and all.

My weekend is begun really really badly, and just trying to stay in my room doesn't get away from it. Mum seems to be in a really foul mood today and all she has done is shout. Dads grumpy too with all the re-decorating he's doing and on top of all that, I really really really wanted to go to Disneyland and see Paris with Joey this weekend, but as always, my dear dear mother finds a way to ruin that too. I know I don't have as many family problems as some, so me typing this out makes me feel selfish, but at the same time It's bad for me.. And... Well, I'm fed up with sitting in the corner crying about it.

I get woken up to her shouting, and told I have to tidy this "tip of a room". I was planning on doing it anyway but she never gives me a moment to say what i want to say. So I get up, then she tells me to help her with the bed covers. As we're doing it I just ask "Do you know what we're having for lunch/dinner today?" And she goes off on one saying how we always leave it to her and how she is fed up with everything being left for her to do. Then she starts yelling at me saying "You could help out in the cooking more too". That I got furious at as I *love* cooking and always want to help but she complains i'm always in the way. When I tell you calm down and say I was only asking, she get angry again saying shes fed up with not expressing herself. Which is COMPLETE bullshit, since that is all she ever does. So I go down stairs to have breakfast which she orders me to do so I'm not thinking about lunch/dinner (Which I wasn't really, just asking if she had anything planned). When just as I'm finishing she starts yelling downstairs, asking me why I'm not upstairs tidying my room. I yell back "Yes, I'm coming..." And then she gets angry AGAIN saying "You always say 'Yes, I'm coming' and you never do". At that point I was asctually going up to my room *to* tidy, so how could she say that? Then starts saying I have to hoover after I've tidied and leaves the hoover for me to do it. As I'm tidying my room I get a fucking call on my mobile from her downstairs, yelling "Can't you hear me calling you??". My music was on LOW and there was no way she could have repeated my name more than once, Otherwise I would have heard her. She then asks if I have finished with the hoover, Which the obvious answer is "No", since she hasn't heard it go on. She asks "Why not, Dad needs it". And I reply "Because i'm tidying my room which I have to do first before I can hoover it." Then yells at me for answering back (Wtf, It's a phonecall), And says to chuck everything on my bed, hoover and tidy it after I've given the hoover to dad. If all that wasn't really enough, While I'm hoovering the hoover tips over on to me. I see it so I put my arm to stop it cracking over my head and all the sharp bits dig into my bones. By this time, that was the topping, and I just sat there and cried. She then yells up asking if I've finished. Now, If I had my voice back she would have heard how pissed off I was, But because I've lost most of my voice it just sounded like a "Yes".

I had everything nicely planned last night. I'd get up, get a shower, tidy my room, do my homework, then walk down too Tooting to get Patricks birthday present.

And if everything in my head wasn't hard enough to deal with. I just want to run away.

Sorry :( I'm not having a very good 'Patrick Birthday' Paddi.

EDIT/ 16:02

Why Can't She Just Fucking Leave Me Alone