★~𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻~★

my brother has broken EVERY SINGLE controller for our VERY OLD VERY DISCONTINUED game console because "he was mad" (we had a total of over 10 different controllers for multiple different games and somehow he managed to break them all)

Gay

quick yap about the dream I had last night cuz it was rlly weird and kinda scary
          
          Tw: gore
          
          okay so like george and Harold from captain underpants were the main characters cuz ig I'm not a character in my dreams and Harold comes up to george and is like 
          "YO WE SHOULD GO JUMP OFF THE BALCONY IN THE MUSIC ROOM SO WE BREAK OUR LEGS, AND THEN WE WONT HAFTA GO TO SCHOOL, AND THAN PEOPLE WILL CARE ABOUT US" (????)
          so they go to the music room and go to the balcony (????) and full blown like "yep this is a good idea" so they jump off, and like they don't break their legs and than they're like "awe bummer now we gotta jump off again" and they turn around AND THEY'RE DEAD BODIES ARE JUST ON THE FLOOR. and they're like "what the fuck" TURNS OUT WHEN GEORGE AND HAROLD JUMPED OFF THE BALCONY, THEY REALIZED IT WAS TOO HIGH, PASSED OUT FROM THE FEAR, AND SINCE THEY DIDNT LAND ON THEIR LEGS, HAROLD HIT A KICK DRUM AND SNAPPED HIS FUCKING NECK AND GEORGE FELL ONTO 2 CRASH CYMBAL STANDS (without the cymbal) AND FUCKING GOT IMPALED THROUGH HIS EYE AND STOMACH AND BLED TO DEATH AND TURNS OUT WHEN THEY WOKE UP THEY WERE GHOSTS. IT WAS THE GORIEST DREAM I'VE EVER HAD AND I WANNA CRY

CHAT this is really off topic but do you like Alien Stage?

I can't be the only one who was full on conversations with themselves
          out loud

i hate it here
          I don't feel safe in my own home anymore

I hate family functions

happy Easter :3

when my mom looked through my Gmail and saw the Wattpad notifications she started loosing her shit over peoples usernames like "WHO TF IS THIS THIS COULD BE AN OLD FUCKING MAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHY DO YOU TALK TO THEM" like bitch I ain't gonna give them my address, calm tf down-

I hate my dad.
          
          
          apparently there's something wrong with me
          
          
          my dad looked over at my arm and saw my faded scars from a few years ago
          
          
          "what are those?" he asked
          
          
          "old."
          
          
          He then proceeded to tell me not to copy my older sibling (who was in a psych ward a few months ago due to an attempt) 
          
          
          I tried to tell him that the scars I have are from years and years before that incident
          
          
          He just nods like he doesn't believe me and tells me 
          "you're making it seem like something is wrong with you, stop copying your sister."
          
          why can't he believe that my mental problems could exist before he learned how to acknowledge them after my sibling went to hospital.