Mother.

I cannot stand my family.
No. No. That's a lie.
They're okay as long as my mother isn't home.
And if it's not just me and my brothers.
If it's my dad, brothers, and I it is just fine.
But the second my mom gets back the whole house turns into a big scream fest.
Because we clean and make it look nice for her arrival and the minute she walks through the door she just finds messes for us to clean up. She doesn't ask either, she just yells.
Nothing is ever good enough for her.
I don't get why she ever had kids. She'd be so much happier without them.
And then my brothers just have no respect for me whatsoever. Their favorite thing to do is spit on me or try to give me bruises.

Anyways. I just went on a walk. Before I went, I wrote that. Haha
Walks calm me down. They are my savior.

Ah.
I have a lot more to say but I won't because it'll make me sad... So... Yeah.

Goodnight.
Spread the smiles.