Spoiled Little Bitch

Sometimes, I'm just so fed up with it all. I hate this town and I'm so sick of my family. I just want to escape, to go somewhere far from here.

I am so very sick of living with David. I just hate having him here. First of all, he deosn't pay any rent and there's no real purpose to him being herre. Second, he irritates me. But he's also mean to me. He treats me like a stupid child and is alwyas bossing me around, like he knows best.

My mother won't stand up for me. Mainly because she has no backbone. At least not when it comes to people she cares about. It never ceases to amaze me that a woman who can be as tough as her can also be such a pushover. She lets people close to her walk all over her, me most of all.

I know David irritates her as much as he irritates me. She certainly vents at me enough about it. But when I get up the courage to confront David, does she back me up? Of course not. No, she just lets him treat me like it's all my fault.

Today David called me a "spoiled, rude little bitch", this was his justification for being mean to me, but whatever. Let's take a good look at his accusations. Am I spoiled? I'll be the first to admit that the asnwer is yes. I've had my own way too many times in my life.

Rude. I don't think so. I mean, I guess I can be. And I'm certianly bossing, controlling, and impatient. I jsut don't think I'm all that rude.

Bitch. That seems to be the word of choice for me these days. Am I a bitch? I guess, if it means that I stand up for myself and don't let others push me around. Then yeah, I'm a bitch and proud of it.

I just sometimes I feel so trapped. I just want to get away from this life. Far, far away.