But some day, one day, we’ll come home…

Okay people, lately I seem to be getting a bunch of comments accusing me of being an ungrateful leech, and I’m utterly tired of them.

First off, I am not being ungrateful. I am so thankful that I am able to live the way I am; I know it won’t be like this forever.

I’m trying very hard to motivate myself to do things around the house but something seems to be keeping me from caring a whole lot until it’s my own house.

Also, some of you seem to think that I think living on my own will be easy.

It will be far from easy and I realize this. Life is no fucking walk in the park, especially when you’re fending for yourself.

I realize I will need to work more, and sometimes, I will long for my somewhat carefree, easy life that I enjoy at home, but working and living for myself will make me feel like I have a purpose.

So, if I get any more thoughtless and utterly disrespectful comments on my blog accusing me of being an ungrateful little parasite, they will be deleted.

It actually bothers me that you see me this way, because this is far from how I actually act. I know sometimes my actions may appear to say otherwise, but underneath all my seemingly endless negativity and cynicism is a being who is grateful for what I have, and sorry that people percieve me as being ungrateful, and a leech.

I am nothing of the sort. My parents have said, they will never kick me out, and I will always have a place to go. I admit, I may have been slightly taking advantage of it, but those days are over. I’m tired of it, honestly. I’m not being ungrateful for what I have, because I am truly greatful for it. It may not seem so at times, but I am. I am not trying to take advantage of my parents and be a worthless prat, even though it may appear that way. So please, stop accusing me of such.

In response to the comment asking why don’t I just move out;

If I HAD the money and the resources, I’D HAVE BLOODY MOVED OUT ALREADY. I was expressing my frustration at feeling the pangs of wanting to try life on my own, yet not having the means to achieve said goal.

 In response to the comment from Maria, whoever you are; we RENT this house. My parents don’t do any of that work either. So, I really have no way of observing how these little projects are done; especially since our stupid landlord picks the most inopportune times to decide he wants to fix things we have been complaining about for months. So I appriciate your sentiment, but it’s just not possible at this point. And, I am certainly not using my parents as scapegoats.

I have been a dumbass. I take full responsibility for that. I’m tired of my stupid ass self, I’m trying hard to change it…

In response to my last comment on the entry before this one; I have my reasons for resenting my parents, but have I ever once said I resented all they’ve given me?

No. I appriciate greatly what they’ve done for me, I really do, but I just can’t bring myself to feel an emotion like love towards them. I am eternally grateful for how much they’ve given me, so don’t make me out to be some stuck up twit who thinks that being waited on is their birthright. It’s not. I don’t deserve what I have right now; it is in that way that I am so lucky to have the parents I have and live in the household I do; maybe I haven’t been trying quite hard enough to convey this.