forgive me for i am writing this in great anger

i am so tired of having my family rely on me for everything and not getting the credit.

my father acts like a child and yet i am supposed to respect him. my little brother says that i dont have enough patience for him and i have to try harder. i simple have too much pressure and im about burst.

i dont care if i dot get a job soon, but im trying like hell to get one like it's an emergency because i cant stand being in this house with my father and his bitterness. i applied to mcdonalds today, a job that would make me miserable, but i dont care because i am more miserable at home.

i could go on and on with these feelings, but i wont. i already feel better having written all this down.

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Santiago de Chile

i grew up with the internet i remember using aol to log onto the web it was a dial up it took a lot of time to load we used to use aim everyone would make away messages and your could choose your own username everyone would compete on who was cooler and then came cell phones it was just a phone at that time there were a couple of games and there were ringtones too after came text messages you used to have to pay per each text message after came plans to pay for texts meanwhile computers got faster and now there was dsl and cable internet i remember the first iphone i think it came out when i was in college

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