May I scream?

First, some of my friends haven’t been feeling the best. And for some reason, whenever someone I know feels bad, I start feeling like them too. So I’ve been feeling bad lately

then, me, my mom, and my little brother were going to watch our old baby/home videos, but the hard drive was wiped clean. Because my dad thought it was a blank one and now all the stuff is gone. The plus side is that someone my dad knows might be able to get them back, so we’re hoping for that

then 2 days ago, there was a dead possum in our yard. It was probably sick, and it was raining VERY heavily the night before so it unfortunately was very dead. But my little brother- who was meant to just put it in the forest so it wasn’t dead right in front of our house- fucking SHOT IT “for his own safety”. And the worst part? IT WAS A MOM! IT HAD BABIES IN THE POUCH!!! AND HE TOSSED THE POOR THING IN THE FOREST WITH SOME TREE TRASH!!! We were going to call someone to help, but out of three of the places we called, 2 didn’t answer, and the one that did said “we don’t take possums. They’d disgusting nuisance animals no one wants” (which I know is a lie)

but the good news with the possum babies is that they all scattered. Cus possums can do that, they know how to live and defend themselves even as little babies. So they’re ok now, and the mama’s resting in peace.

but the last shitty thing was me and my little brother went to get our haircuts yesterday, and I walked out without anyone following me. And I didn’t want to stand outside (since it was at least 80 degrees and humid) so I tried going back in. But my FUCK ASS LITTLE BROTHER HELD THE DOOR ON HIS SIDE AND WOULDNT LET ME IN. I tried pulling the door to open it, and he kept holding it shut, and we ending up accidentally breaking the handle off on his side. I kept saying sorry- even though it wasn’t my side’s handle and I technically didn’t do it- but the hair cut people said “oh no, it’s fine, that happens all the time!” And fixed it. And my mom- she’s very kind, don’t get me wrong. I love her and know she means well- kept saying things along the lines of “I need them both to go back to school. I can’t deal with them any more” and I felt like it was absolutely my fault. The thing with me is, I keep saying sorry, because I want confirmation that it wasn’t my fault. Even just a little bit wasn’t my fault. And it didn’t work and I felt like shit for hours after that

but it all seems better a bit now…so here’s to having a good rest of the week?