Entry 9

This week was packed full of feelings. Some negative, some positive. As the usual with me. What's new, right? 

This week, I have been EXCRUCIATINGLY tired of my uncle. Everything he seems to do gets on my nerves. I know I should be more sensitive about his situation, but at 32 ... you should have at least some semblance on how to be an adult. Not my uncle. It feels like he just leaches on to everyone's lifeforce (and money) and sucks them dry. He's always so negative, and as a relatively positive person, it makes me very sad. A day or so ago, he said he would try to be better after an intervention with my dad. Unfortunately, his actions don't ever line up with his words. I'm doubtful he will change. I want to be supportive, but how do you support someone that doesn't want help? He said he would stop smoking weed. So far, I haven't seen him do it, but his coughing and hacking up tells me otherwise. It may be his allergies. Either way, it's gross to listen to. We are working on getting our old couch back from storage (hope we do) and I said that maybe my uncle could take the couch we have once he finds an apartment. I was shut down. He said something along the lines of "I don't want a couch. I'd rather buy a futon." ... sure dude. Turn down a free couch. He always feels so ungrateful, even after we let him stay in OUR HOUSE RENT FREE for 6 months now. Clearly it's weighing on everyone. Me, my mom, and even my dad, who proposed the whole thing. I know my dad didn't want him here this long. Today, I decided to speak up to him. I told him that if he puts two of his cats up, he needs to put Bean (his favorite) away too. He got visibly mad at me, but said nothing. I also--20 minutes before my dad came home--tell him to be ready for work since Dad would be home later than usual (he got us burger king. 7/10). I went back to my room after that. 20 minutes later, I went back in there, and he wasn't ready. He said he was ... but you can't say you're ready and then not have a shirt or shoes on. Would you go to work like that? I know I'm only 17 and I shouldn't be policing a 32 year old man, but his presence affects me. I think that I should be able to police someone that thinks the same as a 15 year old. I can only hope that he leaves soon. I don't know how much more I can take. 

After the whole mouse situation, I ended up coming back to my room and rearranging it. AGAIN. I change up my room often, but that's because I don't leave the house. Rearranging my room makes it feel like a new area which helps my mental state with not leaving home for extended periods of time. Either way, I wish I had a full set of furniture. Different color walls. A rug, even. Something to make it feel more home-y. Though we have to save money because of a certain someone. 

We rearranged the living room today. It feels much more spacious and I really like it. My uncle, as always, has his own space behind the couch in the corner of the room. He has the entertainment center and has his tv and playstation hooked up. While we did rearrange the room to accommodate E, it wasn't mainly for him. The living room needed an update, now it feels homier. I'm happy with it. 

Another boring week, but not nearly as bad as usual. 6/10.