Dreams
I was out and about with my family members. We were walking back home after a day out in town when a swarm of those giant bees flew through us. I was obviously scared for my life, why did the rest of my family members just casually shoo them off. Of course, my mother was ridiculing me for having fear as silly as entomophobia. It turns out that two bees had stuck to my body. One on the top of my left hip, and the other under my right armpit. I had worked up the courage to pry the one on the left off, but I couldn't for the one on the right. It had already begun stinging me and was pretty much now another body part. I couldn't do anything. I was so paralyzed with fear. I couldn't scream or ask for help because I knew it would just result in my parents making fun of my fear, telling me I should get over it, and getting the lecture on why it's rude to ask for things. Thankfully, we got home and began unwinding for the day. It was bedtime and Ana told me to get off of my phone. For some weird reason, I was looking at my former online friend Jack's Roblox profile. Idk why, I haven't thought about him up until this dream. I had quite the runny nose and had a large pile of used tissues. Ana told me that she would throw them away for me and that I could get started on sleeping. She took the tissues and left my room. We had lived in a mansion-sized home. I can't confirm it, since I didn't get to see the rest of the house besides my room, but my room was gigantic. It had a large glass window overlooking the neighbourhood. It looked and felt like something I would build in Bloxburg. My slumber was rapidly interrupted by a crack of thunder, followed by lighting, rain, a tornado forming in the sky, and an emergency alert on my phone, telling me to take shelter due to a tornado warning being issued. I found it weird that Ana hadn't come back up yet, or even got me. Usually, she's good at getting the family into the basement before the sirens even go off.
The tornado was quickly becoming more powerful and approaching my room. I knew I had to act fast, so I ran out of my room, to be met with a bunch of flung bedroom doors. Everyone else had gone to the basement in a hurry, so I did the same. However, as I got to the dorr, I attempted to scream and bang, but nothing would come out, and I could barely force a light tap on the door. My attempts to pry the door open and bust it down were unsuccessful. The sirens were getting louder and the tornado was approaching my house. I ended up giving up, when I made a realisation: After coming to the conclusion that my life destiny was to not have one at all IRL (I'll get to this later), this tornado was going to kill me, and my family had set me up for it to do so. It's ironic because I typically sing Carrie Underwood's "Blown Away" during every thunderstorm IRL in hopes that it'll turn into a tornado and take everyone in my household away, leaving nothing but the basement and I. In this dream, my family members were doing it to me.
Back to IRL...
I woke up in shock and in a cold sore. The time was 5:43 AM. I contemplated getting up and getting ahead before the misery of my parents being home begun, but have now finally decided that I would. Last night was really rough. It all started with Ana making us order Halloween costumes (remember this, as it'll come into play later). I hadn't thought about Halloween, since I figured that my parents still wouldn't let me go out due to the pandemic. However, that isn't the case this year. Thank science! I don't have to spend another year attending a family party and losing my sanity. I decided to go with being Wednesday Addams. Brandon, however, decided to be a painful shitass and wanted to be The Beast from Beauty and The Beast, but with a purple cloak. All of the costumes had blue cloaks with them, and we had to buy the pieces separately. Ana told Patrick that she was going to shower and that when she was done, she would help him look for it.
Ana never showered. (This is where the arguing began.)
Ana and Patrick's lazy asses prevented this from happening. Ana was too tired and decided not to Shower. WE WAITED FOR OVER A FUCKING HOUR! Do you know what Ana was doing this whole time? Looking up "sexy poses" on Google and messaging her fucking supervisor (which I highly doubt he is). Ana's morals are really showing now, huh? She claims that her children are above all...if they were, I wouldn't have been in this position. This book wouldn't exist. You wouldn't be replacing me. You'd be in a better family position. Obviously, since everything is my fault. Ana blamed this whole mess on me. This time it wasn't because I disrespected my father, rather, because she was tired of doing my laundry and told me to learn how to do it myself. Well, maybe if you did something like TEACH ME HOW, I would do my own laundry. I wouldn't have to put up with her judging my clothing style and I could wash my chest binders with the laundry.
If this isn't child abuse, I don't know what is.
Ana's brother, Wilson was correct about me suffering in the future due to Ana babying me and not teaching me practical life skills.
Unfortunately, it's too late to enroll in the life skills course at my school.
I really regret not doing it as an elective...probably more than Early University, that's for sure XD
While I put away my laundry, I had a few thoughts. I'm an atheist, but I do kind of believe that each person has their own life path, a destiny, a talent in something that'll take them far, but I guess mine isn't to have one at all. After all, I can't do anything right. I'm too dumb for school, no one views my short films, and no one takes me seriously...why weren't my attempts to kill myself in 7th grade successful?
I'd be living it up in the afterlife, or wherever we go after we die and be off of this good-for-nothing planet.
