Today was one of those days where I didn't want to get out of bed and I just wanted to sleep but my body wouldn't let me. I went to bed around 2 and got up at like 9. I hurt all over, I didn't feel good. I went to school, I felt like I was going to throw up the whole time. I come home and everyone started on me. I'm lazy, I don't do anything, I don't do my fair share. I tried to be nice I said that I was going to go to my room and do homework, I got to my room and I was writing my essays, when my little brother comes down and won't leave me alone and then my mom yells at me because I made the stir fry. This is after I told them that I was going to spend the rest of the night in my room and to just leave me alone, I won't bother you and you don't bother me. Then my sister started on me about how I hadn't done this or that. (After my mom had already yelled at me for it.) So I left. I put on my shoes grabbed my coat and left.
Why is it when I tell people to just let me be, because I had a bad day and I didn't feel good they never listen? I don't usually complain unless I'm really in pain or really sick. Doesn't matter. I got my essays finished.
~Annoyed~
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