What's Bothering You?

We have about a week until we have to move out of our house to our new house, and we're STILL not done packing everything yet. We have until the end of January to move out of our house. Luckily, my dad will get one of his buddies to help us pack our stuff and move out.

The reason why we're moving out in the first place is because my mom tried to confront my sister's ex friend's mom over some high school drama **** (so basically there were these kids talking **** about my little sister). While I wasn't there to confront them myself, I did hear about my mom and the other mom getting into some kinda fight, and the other mom's husband was also involved. So after the fight broke out, the ****ing police got called to confront them about the situation. No arrests were made, but the mom who fought with my mom called the ****ing landlord, and he ended up evicting us out of our house as a result.

And to make matters worse, my little sister fought her ex friend on the school bus and it was caught on video. I watched the video myself, and I was shocked. Apparently, my mom encouraged her to stand on 10 or whatever, and so my sister had the bright idea to fight her on the school bus of all places. This girl didn't even fight back, and my sister was the one who hit her first. My sister is now suspended from school for 75 days as a result of the fight, which is basically the rest of the ****ing school year.

Roughly about a week later, there was this police officer lady who showed up at our doorstep, talking about something about some court **** (I don't really understand what it is, but it sounds serious). I feel like my little sister could end up in jail for assault charges, and I wouldn't be surprised if her ex friend and her mom choose to press charges against her if that's the case. Literally none of this **** would've happened if it weren't for my mom. She's the one who tried to confront my sister's ex friend's mom in and encouraged my sister to fight her ex friend in the first place. My dad tried to tell my mom not to do that, but she ****ing did it anyways, and now we're in the middle of moving out of our house. I'm so ****ing done with this bull**** fr.
 
I wish dogs lived longer we got a call from my brother that he had his gf had to say goodbye to one of their dogs Baron. He was such a good boy and we all miss him so much. I feel so bad for them.

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We bought chicken legs yesterday for tonight dinner, So I turned on the oven, searched for the chicken in the fridge, no chicken...
No chicken in the freezer either... Found the chicken still in the bag next to the door 😢, more than 24h later. It still looked good and didn't smell but +24h at 20C....a bit dangerous no? Aw..... I should have kept that bag with me. Trusted my family way too much.

I was already feeling down today... Good Bye dinner...
 
I'm so done ordering any physical books from amazon because those idiots always deliver it damaged. I've never had this issue with them either until recently so I don't know what's going on with them but this is unacceptable.
 
it's so hard to be saddled with unnecessary feelings.

i've always suppressed that part of me, i've always wanted it to go away, but somehow my subconscious pulls me to you in my dreams. it builds this version of you filled with lies and i take it like a blind follower to a false god. i'm consciously putting effort to distance myself and yet my subconscious is still so drawn to you that it hurts me a lot. it seeps into my every day life and time and time again i have to burn the image of you.

(it never truly burns down. my subconscious always keeps a part of you with it.)
it's been a month, and once again you've visited me in my dreams.
who are you? why do you keep haunting me? i can't shake you off no matter what; somehow when i thought you'd be out of my system, you visit my subconsciousness and suddenly i'm too hung up again. i don't even think about you often, i don't talk about you to anyone, nothing. just how strong of a grip do you have on me, and why won't you let me go?
 
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