what if supernatural was about man named dean who lost his brother in a very tragic accident and he made up his whole life in his head but in reality he’s just in a mental hospital with a toy car impala an old necklace his dead brother gave him on that one christmas night and a journal full of things he wished he could have done with said brother
If my sister tells me to "calm down" or "chill out" one more mother fucking time... SMH, I will flip the fuck out. I cannot deal with her.
Sometimes, rather a lot of the time, when my sister talks to me I feel like she thinks that I’m a complete waste of space, oxygen, and time. As if anything in the entire world would be more important. The tone of voice she uses, the way she looks at me, her body language, everything. All of it portrays that she clearly thinks that I’m a stupid piece of shit. I really do not appreciate being spoken to like a retarded 3 year old. I hate the way she treats/talks to me. She makes me hate myself and hate her even more for making me feel that way. Like, just fuck, sis, why? And isn’t just her. Because of course people are the product of their environment, so my eldest sister, mother, and grandmother are the same way. Sister 2 (the one I begun this about) is by far the worst though. I’m not special though, she treats my mother and father the exact same way (Sister 1 gets the treatment but returns it tenfold). Sister 2 thinks that because she’s older than me it’s perfectly acceptable the way she treats me. My sister is a self-righteous, arrogant bitch with a fucking serious blame problem, cos Gos forbid if she ever takes responsibility for any of her shit. Ugh, she is such a ridiculous human being. But she’s my fucking sister, so I love her nonetheless. Even though she speaks to me like I have the intelligence of jar and demeans my existence and makes me want to do her a favor and fall off a cliff. Insert sigh here. I’ve found myself in a position where everything hurts, nothing is in my control, and I am scared shitless. The amount of anxiety attacks that I’ve had this month alone… Place another, heavier sigh here. I feel like it would just be easier to just curl up in my bed and stay asleep forever (but I won’t do that, I have fanfiction to read).
Feeling less than happy again. The same exact way I felt before and I still have no fucking idea what to do about it. My solution each time has just been to go to sleep but my family is pissed at me because I’m “disgustingly lazy”, that isn’t new, but now they’re worried and keep asking me if I’m okay, cos I guess I look how I feel. I appreciate it, I do, but they aren’t all that good at understanding anything I feel or say. And I’m whining and I hate that and forget it, whatever, shutting up now.