I am so frustrated I don't know what to do anymore. i'm so sick of finding myself with my head in my hands, crying. there is nothing I can do. I have tried my best. nobody wants to have any pride in themselves and their home around here, and I am tired of getting blasted for having that pride. I don't care if I have to do shit by myself - just give me the frickin OK and I will do it myself. but you won't give me the OK. I am telling you I want to move these boxes of junk, which having been sitting in the living room for the last year, into the garage, but you tell me no? wtf? i'm not even asking you to help me do it! why are you so dead-set on being so ghetto? i'm embarrassed to have people come over. I am not even 20 years old yet. i'm too young to be burned out. you people are so poisonous. at least spiders and snakes KNOW they're venomous; you people are all the worse because you refuse to recognize it in yourselves. and this butterfly is trapped in your web, slowly dying.