kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There's nothing wrong with your brother sleeping with you, right? Especially since the parents are splitting us apart, eh? But according to my mother he's too big to do that now and my brother retorts, "Why, why can't I sleep with my sister? You're splitting us up." Then my mother goes on about this rant that it's her splitting us up but ourselves. Okay? I sorta get why, I mean we are getting a choice on who we want to go with, but it's not like my brother "wants" to go with my father. Like father like son, he has to go with my father. And my mother even said it's better that way because my stupid grandma doesn't like my brother. Screw her, screw all this bullshit. And then my mother started bringing up the stupid thing of my brother needing to take a shower and shoved him into the bathroom, but my brother said he takes morning showers. Like sister, like brother, I take morning showers too. So what, she's trying to bully her on son now? How messed up. In the end, my brother didn't take a shower nor did he sleep with me. I walked out the house, in pajamas of shorts and a T, and exclaimed he was going to sleep outside. The sad thing is, my mother didn't even stop him. She probably thought that he was going to go over to a friend's house or something, but to her idiocy, my brother slept at the park across from us. Where all the snakes and foxes delve. In the following morning, I didn't even see him come back. Although he did go to sleep, in pajamas. I hate it, that my mother could bare to watch him walk out the door and sleep in the dark. You've got to be heartless to do that. I just breaks my heart every time I think about this. |