I love my family, but at the same time, I kinda hate them.
Like I asked my mom if we were not doing anything this Sunday, so I could play DND with my friend, and she said that we were not doing anything, so of course, when it's Sunday, she tells me we're getting pictures with Santa
(I don't even want to go, but ofc I'd probably get in trouble if I told her that)
We were supposed to go around 12:30, so I might still be able to go if we get the pictures later, so I'm hoping we're still able to go.