Press enter or click to view image in full size https://es.pinterest.com/pin/451556300153806509/ I came back. Hi everyone (girl no one is reading is) I’m here to rant. You’re gonna allow me to complain about my mom and my sister. Yes you read that right. This is officially the 22 year old version of writing on your diary “I HATE MY MOM”. If you haven’t read my “eldest daughter” poem, first of all, don’t; second of all you might not know that I have been feeling a bit of frustration after being back home for the first time in years. Now, I’m not living home with my family just moved back to my hometown and I’m living at my dad’s apartment, but he doesn’t live here anymore. I hope it makes sense. I’ve been the closest to my family I’ve ever been since I was 15 tho which is a massive change to say the least. For starters, I’ve had a record of having intermitent periods of no contact with my family the same way you do with your ex (yes i’m projecting). So it’s fair to say that the family relationship has never been baby skin smooth, more like teenage forhead (we laugh about trauma here if you can’t make fun of it go away). One thing about what I call home is that is a “women only” household. It has always been my mom, my younger sister and me. My mom and my sister are quite alike in some ways and I, of course, am more like my dad (i have and always will deny that but dirty mouths like to say that). My mom is a very sensitive woman (in that we are identical) who lives far away from her family. She is sensitive in a different way than me tho, I tend to get mad while she tends to “break down” a bit, and yes she will go on episodes of rage but she will most probably end up crying after five minutes because she can’t handle it. My sister is very Princessy in a chaotic way, meaning she will have her stuff everywhere, lots of stuff, and doesn’t like to get her hands dirty at home. She is the youngest one of the family and doesn’t do well when you give her any negative feedback. Whatever she does is apparently hilarious, and she is funny don’t get me wrong but let’s just say the boundries for us two are very different. Now after this character introduction let me explain the bullshit that pissed me off this week. For context I’m pmsing okay ? So I’m already struggling to keep it together. For more context, my blood is hotter than the sun’s ass crack. I have a temper and it will show on my tone whenever I’m speaking about something that makes me mad. Same way as I will be excited as shit for whatever that makes me happy. It’s a double edge sword having boiling hot blood. You should also know (if you read my entries which I know you do not) that I’m remodelling my room, aka, it’s a mess. I was organizing the wardrobes and there were tons of clothes of my sister and my dad’s wife everywhere, clothes that they don’t even know they own. So, I put all my sister’s clothes in a bag and took it to my mom’s so she could check what she wants to keep or donate. A massive bag, okay ? Okay. I see my mom that same afternoon and she goes “Girl why would you put clothes in that bag that are not even hers ? AND HER WINTER PIJAMA WHY IS THE PIJAMA IN THAT BAG”. What happened to hello ? How are you ? Giiiiirl I got pissed. I. Got. Pissed. You mean to tell me that I had a massive bag worth of clothes everywhere in that closet and you are gonna complain cause I put the stupid pijama in between of all the other scheisse ? You must be kidding. ALSO you should know that all the clothes were in fact my sister’s, she just has so many of them that my mom didn’t even know those pieces existed. I move on tho cause I’m making improvements, a year ago I would have left. Like, the country. But I move on and I go home to hang out with her for a bit. Surprise ! For maybe the fourth time this whole summer my sister was home (mind you she is underage but whatever go have fun queen, summer vibes mermaid or whatever). “WHY DID YOU PUT MY PIJAMA IN THE BAG ? AND THERE ARE A PAIR OF PANTS THAT ARE NOT MINE”. Plane tickets now. To where ? I don’t care. It’s not that I was pissed, no, I felt like pissing on her bed that is what I felt like ffs. You mf haven’t done sht this summer, like every summer (yes I find it unfair because I was always the one cleaning home and cooking during summer while my mom was working and taking care of the annoying piece of slimey snot that was my sister), and you have the nerve to complain because during my third hour of home cleaning I took your stinky dusty winter ass pijama ? Entschuldigung ? (i’m not german btw, but deutsch is fun and that means “excuse me” keep up). Fair to say I start raising my voice a bit but beacuse I was complaining about the hard work that I’ve been putting into my bedroom (dirty minds gather up). To what my sister says “RELAAAX no one said anything”. Now, we must all agree here, that telling someone to relax is an act of war. She said it 4 times back to back. To relax. Each time she said it I was less and less relaxed. Now this is what is annoying about “relax” (i’m hitting the keyboard so hard…
