Today was supposed to be great, we went to Balboa Park in San Diego, we went out to go eat, and we hanged out at the mall like a family like how it's supposed to be, but instead, it all went to shit.

I woke up to my dad angrily talking to my two brothers about something that they did they shouldn't have, I clean little bit around the house, do some dishes, clean mess that our new dog has made named Juanita, and so far so good. Then, we leave to go eat, and we eat at Olive Garden for lunch, I have the Tour of Italy of Zuppa Toscana with a Dr. Pepper, absolutely delicious. I talk about stuff happening in the RPG Playground community and the bot crisis happening, alittle about politics and about my game that I'm working on, Alex and the Haunted Mansion II: Time Partners, and talk about my Discord server, RetroGuy Productions. Later we go to the mall to buy my middle brother some shoes, he doesn't find the brand he wants, so we leave. We head to Costco and buy some shoes for my dad's GF, then we go to Balboa Park and walk around looking at the different parts of the park. I take a few pictures on the way and start thinking about how I would love to show them to my friend later.

We head back to the car, and we drive back home, and that's when shit goes down hill, my middle brother, the same one who could find the brand of shoes he was looking for, starts shoving my youngest brother, he does this think he's funny, but I try to ignore it, than he does it some more, and I tell him to stop, he knocks it off and seems to have the message loud and clear.

We arrive home and start walking back into the house, my dad is angrily talking about how life sucks for him and how much he hates his kids, thus doesn't include me since he acknowledges that I show my best efforts to help my family and him. That's when really shit gets bad, my storms off to his room, and I ask my middle brother if he can do dishes, since I did them this morning, this defiant little jack wagon has the nerve to say no, even though I asked him nicely, and orders me to do the laundry like he's a hard worker. This is the same lazy asshole who leaves socks under couch, leaves his room a mess and never cleans it up, and always blames it on our youngest brother, and can't even do the landry consistently and he has the fucking he has the gall to tell me to do laundry, and not want to do the dishes because he doesn't feel like doing them. I fucking snap and rase my voice and say, "[Real name], so far, everyone, including me, is sick of your shit, I don't care what you think, go do them!" That's when my dad marches out of his room and starts yelling at my middle brother demanding to know what is going on, he explains that he wants me to do the laundry and he doesn't want to do the dishes because he doesn't feel like it. My dad even angrier is in defense of me, and starts ordering Ayden to do the dishes and starts to shame him on how much of a disrespectful, entitled, defiant, little asshole he is and how dare he talk back to him, my middle brother starts to ignore my dad, and my dad starts yelling at him to anwser. The little smartass tells my dad something insulting and proceeds to do dishes as he was told. At this point, I start to shed tears and run into my room, I lock the door and go to my bed and start have a mental break down, sobbing of how much our family is falling apart with every waking hour. My youngest brother starts to knock at my door, asking if I need tissues and if I need to talk to him, which really shows that he cares about me. Tell him no, and that I want to be left alone. So yeah, that was a recap of my entire day, the shittest way to end Spring Break, and a shitty way to end the day and weekend in general. I really just wanted to vent about how I was feeling today. I hope you can understand how I feel or maybe even relate to it. If you're this reading this, I hope you're having a much better day than I am. And to my middle brother, go fuck yourself.