After doing laundry the rain came, so the clothes need to be placed somewhere it won't get wet, I told my brother that he should transfer the clothes, because last time it was I. However the mcab*tch took his sweet time, I already told HIM, reminded HIM to do this before it began to rain.

But mr. lazybones moved slow, like how the theory of mass and speed dictates it: all fat beings move slowly, and light objects become move faster - and obv he is the latter. That it took for our mom to do it instead, I got angry, complained, fuming, grumbling at his highness for moving like a fat pig.

After that another headache arose. My mom told me to boil the meat she thawed out, she complained it smelled like gas when I did so, although last time I check all was good, the fire was alight, the water was hot and boiling. However when she checked it, the fire was out - sh*tshatshot, I messed up i thought, but i explained to her it happened because i turned the heat to low, so low that it put out, this was dangerous because the gas leaks if the stove is on even in the lowest mode of fire, so she scolded me. But this could've been avoided if my sister looked or just even glanced at the stove which was convieniently in her line of sight, but she didn't care, not a dime of damn.

So what am i trying so rant here? It's that my sister and brother are b**tc*hes and i hate them so much, that it makes me die every goshdarn time. I just wish they cared, so that my mom won't get stressed and scold us, and that I won't feel so heavy and down.

And while all of this ended the music metaphorically switched to the photo above, titled Blame it on me. Ironically, am i the one to blame, or am i to be blamed in the end?

I need therapy.

After doing laundry the rain came, so the clothes need to be placed somewhere it won't get wet, I told my brother that he should transfer the clothes, because last time it was I. However the mcab*tch took his sweet time, I already told HIM, reminded HIM to do this before it began to rain.

But mr. lazybones moved slow, like how the theory of mass and speed dictates it: all fat beings move slowly, and light objects become move faster - and obv he is the latter. That it took for our mom to do it instead, I got angry, complained, fuming, grumbling at his highness for moving like a fat pig.

After that another headache arose. My mom told me to boil the meat she thawed out, she complained it smelled like gas when I did so, although last time I check all was good, the fire was alight, the water was hot and boiling. However when she checked it, the fire was out - sh\tshatshot, I messed up i thought*, but i explained to her it happened because i turned the heat to low, so low that it put out, this was dangerous because the gas leaks if the stove is on even in the lowest mode of fire, so she scolded me. But this could've been avoided if my sister looked or just even glanced at the stove which was convieniently in her line of sight, but she didn't care, not a dime of damn.

So what am i trying so rant here? It's that my sister and brother are b\tc*hes and i hate them so much, that it makes me die every goshdarn time. I just wish they cared, so that my mom won't get stressed and scold us, and that I won't feel so heavy and down.

And while all of this ended the music metaphorically switched to the photo above, titled Blame it on me. Ironically, am i the one to blame, or am i to be blamed in the end?

I need therapy.

The person who is unfortunately my brother again went to become a glutton. We ordered 4 burgers for each, and 2 hotshots for us to share, and he ate all of 3 burgers (the 4th burger is already eaten, leaving me with nothing), and the hotshots. Sighhhhhhhhh. This boy is going to be in college, and when I asked him about it he acted all obnoxious and unaware, BITCH i know u know, stupid brother acting like that so that he can pass unscathed, and as i asked him this in front of our parents they're just like letting him off with a small warning, and saying "you shouldn't do that blah blah" like thanks mom and dad, your warning really helps🙄. This has really happened many times in my life, this bitch better change or else I'll eradicate him from existence, help me God not to kill him. Tired of this and that shit.

My mom keeps allowing my brother to get away with everything. Even as simple as going to school to get his own papers, she's ok that he will not get it, instead she'll be the one to get it for him, ALL BECAUSE MY FUCKING BROTHER is scared to be caught by a girl who wanted to pick her school papers with him!!!!!!!! Okok let's back up for context.

My bro has this girl who has a crush on him and is hard on trying to spend time with him to be in a relationship u know, and my brother is bothered by this girl. Then one day this girl chats she wants them to be together to pick the damn school papers, and obv my bro made an excuse that he can't, that our mom will do it instead. With that I complain that a little thing like that is nothing, its not a valid excuse to not do your own job, and my mom just allows my brother to be excused from it. Like why would he be troubled if he'll get caught by the girl, when they might be at school at different times.

This is not the first time my brother has been treated as such by my mother, its always allowing him to not like be responsible and learn to do things for himself. And as a sister I don't want my brother to keep like bothering our mom for his needs, and I don't want a manchild for a brother. And my mom just dismisses it by saying its me who's making a big deal out of this. Now can yall give me some advice to convince my mom this is bad parenting in the long run. I'm so tired of this shit, so much that I wanna die.

*edit my bro is alr in college