My Own MB Book, I Guess

Diary: 2/1/2020, 10:10 PM

So school begins.

And the torture begins.

BUT NOT ME, HAH!!!

I'M ALREADY DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL, MOFO!

Anyway, so today started like any other day, where I wake up a little late than usual and waking my dad up that he had to go to work.

Blah blah blah, long story short, we got home at 1 PM, and FGO here we go.

I also downloaded Terraria because Pewds playing the game reignited my love for the game.

And so I began playing Terraria and long story short, CAN'T FIND THE GODDAMN BULLETS!!

And then we went to someone's wedding and I see my aunts and uncles and nephews there yada yada yada, then we went back home.

But before we went home, we went to a convenience store to buy some stuff.

And my youngest brother, being the spoiled brat that he is, took extras. And my dad just reluctantly went with it, while I was against it.

So in the car, I didn't allow that brat to get his food/soya bean, because you're not supposed to eat or drink in the car, since we would really like to not sit on a dirty seat, don't we?

So that kid just began screaming to give it to him, and I persisted. And so my mom began to argue with me regarding this. It went like this:

Me: no, boi.

Mom: why aren't you giving him his stuff?

Me: because I'm a stern older brother and we can't spoil him all the time.

Mom: it's not that you can't spoil him all the time. It's just that we need peace in the house.

Me: peace in the house, my ass. This kid's been spoiled since day one, and so was younger brother, but at least he matured.

Younger brother: don't drag me into this conversation!

Mom: that's not peace. It's peace only when he's satisfied.

Me: . . . (--_--) mom, you're better than this. You were smarter than this. Ever since you have birth to him, you're just being a little bit more easygoing to him. Did you lose that stern side of you?

Mom: I did, so I can take care of you.

Me: yeah, you sure you take care of us? You're barely in the house most of the days.

Mom: because I had work. And you're going off topic.

Me: right, anyway, this kid needs to be disciplined.

Mom: at least he's not in front of his phone with apps.

Me: *points to my brother watching YouTube*

Me: YouTube would like to have a word with you then.

Mom: . . . . .

The entire car went silent, and when no one replied, I grumbled, 'So this is the family I live with now,' as he leaned back against the chair and continued listening to the Onimusha Dawn of Dreams' OST.

P.S I'm doing this while I was in the car.