For those readers who hates when the author just randomly spews out things that have nothing to do with the story, please skip. I don't want to waste your time.

And for those who are ok with reading a bunch of cheesy crap...
I guess read on.

So...
Do you guys have a day where you wish:

I wish that one day, when I feel like I'm at my lowest, where I feel like killing myself, when I feel worthless, and all I do is deny all of it so I don't worry others, I have a friend that looks at me and says

"Don't give me that B.S. I'm here for you. Cry all you want. I'll stay by your side. You're worth everything. You're not worthless."

And you get that shower of compliments you wished for, that desperate boost of hope and self esteem you've been drained of, the one that you waited for these past few days, weeks, months, or years?

Yeah...today's one of those days...

I feel so worthless. My mom came back from a whole day of work. All I had to do was watch my brother, do the laundry, cook noodles for the both of us, and take a bit of time for myself to do self care. (If that's a thing)

But, I screwed up the laundry, and I couldn't bring myself to properly take care of myself.

I put the clothes and the detergent in fine. But when I had to take them out of the dryer, my dad pushed some of the clothes down into the basket.

I tried to stop him, but he already did it. It was too late, so I just took it to our living room.

He asked me to fold some clothes, which I never got to.

And when my mom came back, I couldn't bring myself to greet her for some odd reason. I had no motivation today.

So when she came in, and half yelled at me half scolded me about the pushed down laundry and told me to put them back in the dryer tomorrow. I felt so guilty. Of course, I tried to explain that my dad was the one who pushed them down, but she told me that I was the one who knew what to do.

So it was of course my fault, and I'll take the blame. I should've done better to tell him sooner.

And then she was pointing at what seemed to be the smaller, unused laundry basket. I picked it up and placed it in the closet. I got the stare. She then told me to put the pillow on the ground back.

It was the pillow from my brother and I's pillow fight, so then I figured out I had to put it back on the bed.

I was such an idiot. Who mistakes a laundry basket for a pillow?

So now I have to vacuum the room tomorrow. I'm assuming it's me because my brother is more favorited by her, but I'll force him to help in some way.

Sorry for those who listened to my mini rant. It just feels so good to get it out of my system.

My emotional breakdown is over now. I'm just so damn pathetic for crying.

Anyways, I hope you guys have a great day or night! I'll be back with the next chapter soon, if my motivation allows it that is.

(Also, my mom is wonderful. She probably just had a rough day at work or is just tired. I totally get it, since school drains me as well. For the most part, she might just be doing this out of tough love. Please don't think badly of her.)

(And I'm going to delete this later, so it won't stay up for long.)