I like a prisoner in my own life, like I have no control. I go work to feed my family.
My mother is overly childish, She wishes know where I'm going, Who with and for what reason. The thing I dislike the most is when I come home from work and she's asks me to grab her smokes or a bottle of pop, or some silly thing that she could get her self, She spans all day on her laptop playing games on facebook, and refuses to talk to people minus lass go out side with her dog, Instead she has my younger brother take it out until I get back from work then it's my job.
My elder brother is a fat, jobless 32, Who dose as little house work as possible and