Kacchan

My mom had me open a package that we got from a bookstore because she didn't remember buying any books, but as it turns out, it was one of the BSD books that I asked for for Christmas. Specifically the first light novel.

VENT (It's pretty mild):
          
          Earlier today, my mom told me that I didn't have to go to my younger cousins' dance recital, and I was perfectly fine with that, considering the fact that I don't like to watch dance. It just isn't my kind of thing. They're also 3 year olds. They don't know what they're doing anyway. Anyway, my dad gets home, and he starts screaming at me, telling me that I need to go to this gas damn recital, and I try explaining to him that my mom said I didn't have to, but he gets all pissed and unplugs the fucking TV like that's gonna do anything. Then he yells for a little bit more before he decides that I'm just an ungrateful brat, and he goes outside. Then, 5 minutes later M, my younger sister, comes inside demanding that I go to the fucking recital, and I tell her no as well. Now I'm sitting on the couch doing nothing because I really don't feel like getting up, and to be honest, I fucking hate it when my parents try to tell me what the fuck to do. I get that they think they know exactly what I should do and when, but I honestly couldn't care less at this point.

I got literally no sleep last night, so I faked sick and now I'm binging season 6 of 9-1-1.

I just walked around the whole house looking for my phone, while I was watching YouTube ON MY PHONE. I need to go to bed. It's only 3:13 (15:13).

Goodnight guys. It's 11:27 (23:27) here, and I should have gone to sleep an hour ago. I'm still not tired, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't at least try to go to sleep before midnight.

L (my youngest sister) is learning how to round decimals into whole numbers, and I think both me and  my mom are going to lose our fucking minds. For more context, my mom works at a bank and I'm a year ahead in math.

VENT:
          
          I'm so fucking done with people trying to tell me what to do. If it weren't for the fact that I care about the well-being of my friends, I probably would have killed myself by now, but I can't do that to them. I don't normally vent to people, but I definitely don't vent to the people that I know, and I know I should at least tell someone, so here I am. Just know that I don't hurt myself, and I don't plan on doing so, but I just hate it when people try to tell me that they know what's right for me, and that they know what I need. Sometimes they may be right, but they always think they're right, and it's gonna be the death of me. I'm the oldest of four kids, and people always think I have it all put together, but I don't. I put on a happy face for the people around me, but I'm dying on the inside. I'm always here for people to talk to, but I can't bring myself to talk to others. I just want a little bit of time to myself. Is that too much to ask for? Every time I try to get some time alone, I just get yelled at for not having something else done first. I feel like I can't trust almost anyone at this point. I don't like it when people get to see the part of me that breaks down. I hardly ever even cry. I normal only do so when I'm angry, but right now I just want a break from people. But I know I won't get that because I have three younger siblings, two parents, and I'm still in school. I never get a break. I don't even know if I'll keep this post up, but if you read this far, thanks for listening to me. It's nice to know that at lease someone still does that.

I made a Discord Server! Feel free to join! :) https://discord.gg/JqxEYRpSHc

Hey love, how ya doing?? Haven’t checked up on you in a while! Want to make sure ur doing okay <3

I made a Q&A book, feel free to ask me questions! :)
          
          I did one of these a while ago, but there weren't many people that were here to ask questions, so I'm redoing it now.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/403399207