Dear Diary...
It took all fucking day of dealing an inconsiderate slob of a lil bro, but my room is now finally mostly clean. It should've only taken about 3 hrs, but he decided to slack off & take long ass breaks while I did most of the work.
What was meant to be a free day tomorrow & cleaning out the closet on Sunday ended up being having to clean out the closet tomorrow & all 4 shelves in my room for possibly most of the day. 2 of the shelves being mostly occupied by my lil bros shit.
He is very fucking lucky that I don't act out my intrusive thoughts—
My dad's had to yell at him multiple times to clean our fucking room & I almost cried each time when it wasn't directed at me cuz trauma loves to kick in at the worst moments—
From, K
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Dear Diary
General FictionDaily rants & vents from the perspective of a queer Gen Z teen who was cursed by being born in the 21st century [[Authors note: Tries to upload once every few days]]
