Rant

It's my mother's birthday tomorrow. And I can't help but feel a little bad at feeling so pissed off about the whole thing. Well - not pissed off really. But annoyed. Extremely. Yeah - annoyed would be a better suited word. And it's not like I'm this colossal bitch, but the parent is counting on me to make her day. Like it's my responsibility.
Everybody expects something or another from me, and what I feel like is frothing angrily and flipping everyone off.
I love my mother. Mostly. But what people seem to willingly ignore is that I barely have time to do things for myself, let alone plan birthdays. This is the first year in my life where I've even planned my own.
Besides. I'm sick of being nice to people and having nothing in return. I guess what this makes me is one angry bitch.
What with resuming my studies and constantly moving around and having a job that's doing my head in and meeting my friends and just generally trying to work things out while getting more that two hours sleep, the last thing I need is this.
And I don't really have a point here. I'm just ranting.
I want to live somewhere where I'm allowed to be mean.
God, the general atmosphere here is stifling.
Relatives kill your mojo.
What a drag.