Does the fact that I hate everyone around me make me crazy? At what point can you decide that the people around you deserve to be hated? Is that mental Illness? They continuously do rude uncharitable inconsiderate things and I get more and more tired of them.. Wanting them to be as grown up as I have to be when they are older than me? Does that make me crazy for despising and loathing them?
At what point do my feelings become normal instead of every instant of my growing anger being more and more wrong with me?
Does anyone here care about what my feelings are around here? When SHE says of her daughter: She is slow and easily distracted and plans too much and whatever you can't be mad at her for that... Is that true? I always thought if someone is late to meet you, late for supper late for pick-up late in general it shows a lack of respect for the person you're showing up late to. When you have a job interview you make sure you're not late because you know it will cost you the job. How is that different when someone gives you a dinner time and you show up late? Sure it doesn't cost you a job but does it show any respect for the one who sweats and labors over making a tasty dinner?
I am under the assumption that everyone who lives with me thinks I have a mental illness, Does that make them right? Can't we assume until proven otherwise that her children take advantage of me? They eat the food I make without thanks, they show up late for dinners they have asked me to cook!
I hate this, all of this and all the little things that travel along with this.
I don't think I'm crazy I'm just unhappy.
They're rude but I need to be on Prozak?
