By the time I'm typing this, my youngest brother is still crying over my mom switching off the Wi-Fi, and no matter how many times my dad tries to comfort him, he keeps crying.
Kids these days are getting too attached to their devices nowadays.
But then again, it can't be helped.
Anyways, my dad basically gave up trying to comfort him and just pissed off, so I took my crying brother into my arms and just softly rubbed his head. His crying lessened but was still there.
Sometimes, I feel like I take care of my brother with more care than my own parents.
Although I do more childish abuse to him, admittedly.
Anyway, it lasted for a while before my dad, calmed down, took him from me and tried calming him down again.
It worked. He seemingly stopped crying and he seemed to be slowly falling asleep. Seeing this, I went back to my room and tried to sleep.
But I can't. Because I just fucking can't.
Counting sheep was going nowhere, my eyes are hurting instead of getting heavy, and now I here I am typing away in this diary chapter of mine.
Welp, I'll try to sleep again, and see how it goes.
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My Own MB Book, I Guess
RandomSince no one gives two fucks on reading my MB, may as well make a book and profit reads from it.
