Okay, today I'm ranting about what happened last Friday night.

Istg, don't insert the meme HDSJHDJSHJ

So, basically, me, my mom and my sister have this thing where at Friday nights we go out and talk to each other in the car.

And yesterday, we went out to do our usual outings. While my mom was ordering food (Yeah, we talk while we eat McDonalds.) and me and my sister were messing around and talking.

The entire time it was quiet, until my sister said that she had a weird dream. Well, I don't really want to tell you what it is but, let's just say, it includes weird shiz in it.

And then later on, I regret asking my mom about my dad. I mean, what she said really hurts. 

I mean, the truth hurts (no shit sherlock, Rose.) but the way she said it was I think uhh, hurtful af ;-;

Okay, I'll tell you what I asked her.

"Mom, are you still mad at dad..?"

"Hmm, I wouldn't say I'm mad. But I guess I'm resentful because he left us alone just like that. Your brother and sister witnessed to be in his arm but you? You didn't get carried by your dad. And I said I'm resentful because he just left us- ahem, YOU alone. I'm resentful because he didn't even visit you, he didn't ask how are you, he didn't even bother to give you what you need when you were still an infant. And most importantly, he forgot about you."

SEE??

The way she said "he forgot about you" and "he left you alone".

That's the thing I'm hurt about.

SHDJDHSJDHSJ she said she wasn't breaking the image of my dad, she said she was just telling the truth.

I know, some of you might be okay with this or you might be used to this and you think I'm a baby but, come on, dude. I'm not used to this, okay. 

I don't really know when is my dad's birthday and I don't know what he looks like. 

Oh well, I don't give a fck about my dad anyways.

Yes, Melanie Martinez, LOL.

Oh, and then, my mom talked about my brother. Tch, the scumbag who called my mom a fucking cheater.

I can never I mean never forgive him for that.

My brother said that he was scared because he thought we were mad at him, for instance, during a car ride, we're not gonna talk to him whatsoever (me and my sister).

Well, yeah. I'm still mad at him, but I can't do anything except to accept it. 

It already happened. 

I need to forget it. 

But, how can I? 

I still remember the time when he insulted me, he tried to pull me down, and so, he succeeded in doing that.

He said I wasn't sure if my sister was really my sister, basically saying I don't know if she's adopted or not.

...or vice versa.

I just HATE him. 

Oh well, I can't do anything about it. At the end of the day, he's still my brother. 

I just don't want to see him or my dad. 

And asking such a dumb question to my mom made me feel this way, this is why I should think before I speak. 

Sigh, as I said before, I can't do anything about it. 

Es lo que es.

This is it for now, I guess. 

Thank you for reading this useless rant of mine, I appreciate it :D 

Note: Es lo que es means it is what it is. 

ok bye