Day 6- my day started out with me waking out at the sound of various noises caused by the most disrespectful peasants. Got up and brushed my teeth, washed my face, and changed my clothes. Sat in the corner of the room where my phone is charging and texted my boyfriend why I decided to go all caps on him to say goodnight. I contemplated making coffee, cause I decided to stay up watching a 1988 movie that I didn't even finish. Eventually I realized that I was still cursed with the same headache that was killing me last night, and so I did in fact make the coffee, drink the coffee, love the coffee, and marry the coffee. I also typed this out before I actually made the coffee-like as motivation to go actually make the coffee. Made coffee, found out we had no milk so I drank black coffee until a bug got in my cup, so I poured the rest out unhappily. Me and my brother made egg wraps then went upstairs. My dad was a rude dick. I went downstairs to talk to my brother. We talked, then went upstairs. My brother gave my dad the food he demanded, my dad responded with "why'd it take 30 friggin minutes?!", instead of "thank you". My brother walked past me and we sat on the bed and discussed some stuff. He rushed over to the walk in closest and when I asked what he was doing he responded by putting three of his fingers to his head, making a finger gun and pretending to shoot himself. I rushed over asking if he was serious. I told him if he was to let me have it. He told me I'd have to pry it out of his cold, dead hands. He searched for the gun, found a combat knife. It was dull. He scared me. He left the closest without finding what he was looking for. We went into the living room and watched YouTube. He showed me something funny. Then I sat on the desk besides the giant window. I listened to music, later finished the movie I started watching the previous night, then resumed listening to music. I took care of my nails, not making sure I didn't cause myself pain while doing so. My brother was being hilarious; we were pretending to be other people; I was a visitor at the YouTube CEO thing and my brother was the CEO of course. He made up a whole bunch of stuff, about the people drinking acid or something that made you mutated. Then we had to go to the dump, so everyone gathered the garbage. My dad told me to grab my license, and I told him I didn't want to drive to which he responded that he didn't feel like it. So I drove fast. Fast enough to scare everyone in the car. My little brother did a better job telling me what to do than my father who's been driving for 20+ years. What told me to do was to slow down around turns and hills, because he's a smart kid. We got back home and everyone went back to what they were doing before. Only more isolated. I started drawing, eventually started becoming really sad, so my pictures got progressively more upsetting. I stopped drawing because I was then in a depressive mood. Started watching YouTube, pretty much did that until my mother came home. When she did we went to eat dinner, which I skipped. I continued to be on my phone for the rest of the night.
