a senile dad vs a menopausing mother

i dont get it. why do i have to wake up to a screaming mother every single morning. i thought we've moved out, away from her so we dont have to tolerate her nonsense no more. or at the very least till march. urgh. i hate this.

u yell at me for the most stupid of things. you told me to find a solution to drying up the clothes and i got you one, you scream at me for giving you too many things to do. darn you. you blast about the bird. about the "mess" he made, of a couple of sunflower seed husks thrown around his cage, and you do absolutely nothing about the BOXES of junk gracie throws out into the living room. you complain about me not having a proper bed and compare me to gracie about why she has her room done up in a day and that mine still looks like a freaking junkyard, and you scold me for wanting to bring my queen over from the old place. and obviously we were doing one room at a time. as if she could move those cupboards without my help. duh. what the hell is wrong with you. why do you have to contradict yourself so much. if you made sense, i would understand. hell you dont. and you expect me to listen? screw off mom.

so as if dealing with a menopausey mom isnt bad enough, i swear my dads getting senile. so whats up with this rebellious kid cursing her parents. hear me out. its bad. my dad calls his medication, poison. comes up to tell me that he fed himself poison coz mom refused to accompany him to malaysia for another camp. suddenly imposes family time bible study when all of us already have plans, claiming that he cancelled his camp thing because he wanted to have family time when in actual fact, he didnt want to go because mom didnt want to go with him. and knowing him, he so cannot do things alone. typical. way too easy to see through pop. try harder.

next, he crushes up my howling life sized wolf silhouette that kio serene and i salvaged from the saab car launch we did early last year. it was sentimental. he crushed it up saying that ive been possessed by the wolf spirit. that that's the reason why ive been waking up late and sleeping at unearthly hours. like HUH? what? i didnt even know whether to laugh or cry. he picks up my alien toy friend, bob, and asks why i have a toy like that. and claims that i like to play rugby because ive got this ugly looking "buff" toy. like what the hell is the connection man. urgh. and he tosses it away into the dustbin, legs up. urgh! what is wrong with you. what on earth is wrong with my parents! what has happened to them!!!!!?!?!!?! save me before i snap!