I’m not sure how much longer I can preserve my sanity.

Yes, ooh, this is going to be an emo post- just shut the fuck up, I need to rant.

Well, I’ve finished moving into my new house with everyone – my sister, little brother, mum, dad, and mum’s on-again-off-again-boyfriend/fuck-buddy/horrible-man/most-hated-enemy/I-don’t-even-know-what-he-is-anymore – and it’s not going so well. I’m used to living with just my dad, which meant I had lots of me time and quiet time. Here, I don’t. My brother’s a screaming sook, my sister is an incredibly clingy drama queen, my mum doesn’t know how to knock when she wants to come in, and that oaf she lives with (who happens to be my brother’s dad) comes in to randomly assault/rape me with stuffed animals. My dad’s perfectly fine.

It’s not much, I know, but there’s more.

My mum’s other on-again-off-again boyfriend (my sister’s dad) could be moving in with us all in this cramped space with his other daughter, who happens to be another goddamn troubled teen. I mean one of those teens who are likely to get knocked up at age 16 because they give it to everyone, or get arrested for doing drugs. Yeah, and if it happens, she’s sleeping in my room.

Good bye, what little bit of happy time I have left in this fucked up world!

So in the end, we get:

My sister’s dad
My dad
My brother’s dad
Me and my brother and sister
And of course, our mum

…all living together.

Fuck.

Plus, my brother's dad could be losing his job today, so we have to put up with him all goddamn day long.