I kind of feel like a candle being burnt at both ends, and also in the middle, and also someone threw the candle into a fire pit. I’m stressing out trying to juggle everything at once.
My brother came home this evening from his little runaway shenanigans. My folks were talking about kicking him out and tbqh, I probably would have given up on him way before this point. My personal condition for him staying here is that he has to go to therapy. No excuses, he needs professional help.
It was a bad mental health day.
Another unmotivated day, but picking up the dog did improve my mood. Look how fucking cute and happy he was to go home. Dogs are the best people.
My brother had court today (drug charge) when he and my dad got home around noon, it was just yelling and fighting. Someone broke a glass, may I add- one of my favourite ones. >:0 The house is so fucking stressful. After the fighting, my brother left with a buddy to get out of the house. My folks and I went out to dinner to bitch about him. Therapeutic bitching.
Last night I stayed up into the wee hours of this morning to follow the #ferguson protests. I cannot believe that this is 2014, but my disbelief is only further proof of my white privilege. I really hope the people of Ferguson stay safe in this civil tragedy.