Chaos and creation... in the backyard?

Don't ask me why I'm using the title of a Paul McCartney album to start my journal...

When you're at the very bottom, the only way to go is up... right? Unless that really is the end... I'm too young to die, too young to even worry. It's not my mess, but it is my mother who is upstairs very sick, because she has gotten so worked up about her freeloaders...Shouldn't say it that way, a woman who freeloads and her kids...

Mom assures me the end is near...She is going and the sooner the better...

I'm trying though, I didn't even blow my top, when she started eating cheesies right in front of me where she was asked not to...

Anyway, friend me... Or however this works... I'll cheer up, it's alway darkest before the dawn.

I also work on building up my interests list... Give me something else to talk about.

I want to scream......

I want to be reasonable, I want to be fair.... How can I be? This woman takes everything, and can't even so much as clean up after herself... And then she brings her kids here and they do the exact same thing... This woman is almost fifty and can't clean up after herself? WTF????

I don't swear lightly, but this is insane... I have lived here since I was six, almost 22 years and this is the first time I have been made to feel I was not welcome in my own home...

I can't stop blowing off steam either... I can't tell her, so I tell my mother which only makes it worse for her...

Anybody got a place that I can sleep tonight? I have to go to bed, I have so much work to do tomorrow...