Ever think nobody can relate to your situation? This is my story, and how i thought this so often that i have resulted to writing this. Truths, thoughts, experiences i have, all laid bare and raw. This is A Diary . THIS IS NOT FICTION.
ok so i may have done something... now yesterday was interesting to say the least. firstly because we had Drama!! then because i changed my hair again.
but before that i wanna talk about my window garden. garden is an exaggeration but oh well. so i have quite a few things there, i have some cuban oregano, which i recently found out is not what i wanted which was italian oregano but oh well. ive got some jade, a money plant, garlic and seeds of coriander which recently sprouted. today im gonna shit them to a bigger pot.
also i recently planted some spinach roots or maybe its arugula? idk. my little tomato seeds have also finally showed 1 shoot above the soil. the okra hasnt sprouted yet wh knows whats going on under the soil. i also have 2 flower seeds planted, rosa vinca or periwinkle has not sprouted yet. BUT my lobelias have ,AAA im so exciteed. yesterday there were only two sproutlings now i woke up this morning there are 3. for reference these are lobelias.
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so yea im really excited. i mainly ordered these seeds because blue is my favorite color i mean i just love it to bits. most of my shit is blue so yea. this reminds me i gotta water them, ill do it after this.
so now i know youre all waiting to hear the drama that took place yesterday. now youll have to go back memory lane or just to the last few entries if thats easier , where i mentioned that ihave 6 family members, myself included. 2 of them are my grandparents from my dads side. now theyve always lived with us. i mean always. i know, pretty peculiar for most of ya. so my grandmother and mother have never had the best of relationships. theres always shit in the mix whether its direct or indirect. none of them want to admit it but theres real hate between them for reasons i feel to exhausted to go over right now. now apparently grandmother hadnt been talking to mother for a week , at least thats the first thing i caught when i arrived at the fighting scene. my little brother, well i guess hes not that little i mean hes 9 so is that technically little?
now i was in my room enjoying some funny tiktok compilations on youtube, yes i do that judge me if you want. dont care. so i hear shrill and loud voices from the other room, grandma's . i go to investigate and there they are fighting. not literally, theyre all bark and no bite, always been that way. and i see it escualting and my brother is there breaking down as usual. a little background on him. he is always going around the house acting big, bad and cursing etc. but even the slightest hint of my mother and grandmother argueing and he looses it. hes pissed himself a few times among other things.
this time he was in tears, hugging grandmother (who if im being honest is as much of a- i dont wanna say bitch so im gonna say "bad guy" in this situation. theyre both equally at fault) so my brother is there crying, hugging her, trying to diffuse the situation for whatever reason he always is, and hes saying his stomach hurts and that he feels like hes gonna throw up. now you may be wondering where the hell my dad and grandfather were in this situation, well grandpa is on the phone in the near arm seat just not giving a shit because hes used t it all by now. my dad is in the room across watching all the shit unfold- again way to used to it and hes calling my brother- lets call him Andy, with his finger.
