Music Banter - Your Day

Today has just not worked out. I struggled with sleeping because the douche bag above me kept walking around his room for an hour at 12am last night, so noisy. Woke up at 6 for another hour and tried to sleep. Then, I wake up at 9am to my other flatmate pounding music beside me. I'm tired and cranky, I go to the kitchen to get a cup of earl grey, boil the kettle. Another flatmate takes my boiled water and fills the damn kettle up again before I even get to it! So I pour it out in front of her and boil it again and make my tea. She could have asked first it's not that hard. So I talk to my mom for an hour or two and she tells me about my ASSHOLE aunty and uncle making fun of my dads Hemorrhoid. My uncle actually was sniggering in the background because he went through the same thing for 18 months and somehow he got ****ing pleasure out my dad suffering (who needs an operation, can barely walk, is on strong painkillers all the time which make him constipated, has severe anxiety and is missing some days at the most stressful job that he hates). Yeah that's REAL FUNNY *******. I have had so many fights with my aunty because she's judgemental, tells me what to do, makes horrible comments about my parents (saying they have neglected me because I left home at 18 because they moved, tells me my dad is boring now), treats me like a child, etc. I'm again not talking to her for the 4th time (we usually fight and don't talk for a year or so) because one day early this year I was with my best friend John and met her for coffee. She starts ranting about the medication I'm taking and was saying all this personal stuff that I didn't a) want to discuss and b) want John to know about it. I tried buying myself a slice and she told me off saying I'm not allowed, it will make me fat. Oh and if you don't think that's bad so far, when I went through the Christchurch earthquake in 2011 that nearly killed me I moved up to Auckland but saw my aunty first. Because I was not visibly crying or talking about it she starts having a go at me, saying that I will have to get a job and harden up! I literally started bawling my eyes out because she was telling me that I was lazy and not doing anything good with my life after all the study I did). I was in shock because it had only been a few days after my horrific experiences and had PTSD which I later got free psychologist sessions which helped a lot.

I'm just sick of her meddling and treating my dad like garbage. She told him he should move with mom to some dump of a town which is absolutely horrible with violence, crime and shockingly mouldy houses. But dad did say to her, oh well that's funny because I've never seen you live there! It's like when things are good with her she is blasé about everything because SHE'S happy. When she's not she's crying down the phone to my dad because of her issues.

Anyway, so back to my day. I got ready, went to get my medication and my stomach hurts, I feel sick and am in pain. I have to miss class again. It poured down as I went home but I managed to miss most of it. I just feel frustrated. I can't seem to get my body to give me much grace. My plan is to do some study on my computer and get an early night. I'll be doing the exam on Wednesday no matter what!