Today was a crappy day. I feel really upset right now. Honestly, you don't have to read this and I don't expect you to. If you do then thanks? lol idk what to say.

*WARNING* THERE ARE CURSES.

It all started with the time I woke up. I have an appointment at 3PM so I set my alarm for 12PM because I have insomnia so I fall asleep at the wee hours of morning (I literally mean when the sun comes  up. Like 5 in the morning, give or take an hour). I slept through my alarm and woke up at like 12:45 which wasn't that bad I guess but me being the like procastinating I am, pushed everything back until like 1:40 to take a shower. Then by the time I was completely finished with everything, it was like 2:10 and I need to leave my house by 2:30 to get there on time. But I was really hungry so I went to look for food, which we didn't have, then I made sure my hair was partly dry and straightened my bangs before I left. Which meant I left my house at 2:35. Now you think 2:35 isn't that bad right? Right. I walked 5 minutes towards the bus stop and, thankfully, a bus came within 5-10min. So, what could go wrong? The bus stopped MANY stops away from where I needed to go and the bus driver yelled out, "LAST STOP". I was completely baffled because this was DEFINITELY NOT the last stop. (If any of you live in NYC or Flushing/Fresh Meadows, I took the Q17 and he stopped at 188th street but I need to go all the way to Union Turnpike). So I got off and I had to wait for another Q17 to come which took another 5-10 mins. By that time, it was already 3PM and I got really nervous and because I'm the type of person that doesn't like making other people upset or anything. So when I reached my stop, I ran for my music school. Thankfully, my instructor is really cool so she was like, "It's fine, man." I explained to her what happened and she told me that apparently, some of the Q17 buses just stop at 188th while the other ones keep going but you have no idea which bus stops where because they don't have any signs. But other than that, I was fine. I finished my lessons then I took another bus back to 188th and got a Trenta Ice Coffee from Starbucks (Starbucks and coffee has become my addiction. I swear I just NEED that lol) and went back home. I was still sorta upset from that experience and you could tell by how much coffee I had drank by the time I reached home. Normally, I down that stuff like it's air but when I got home, I had barely made a dent in it. But, I calmed down and the coffee made me feel better and hyper so I was completely fine for the rest of the day until my mom got home. 

She got home and because I hadn't eaten anything ALL DAY long except for the ice coffee, 2 boiled eggs, and a chocolate chip cookie I was extremely hungry. There wasn't anything to eat at home so my dad told me to wait for my mom to come home and make something before he left for work. (My dad works the night shift while my mom works mornings.) She came home and I greeted her then I told her I was hungry and asked her to make some food, not just for me but for both of us. Then she told me, with an attitude, to make my own food because she had a headache and then continued to comment that I always tell her to make food for me. I was kind of miffed by her tone but I didn't really say anything. However, my brother, who's usually never home because he's always out with his friends until the morning then leaves for college and work in the afternoon then has band practice, comes out of his room and says that there's nothing to eat in the fridge. Apparently, this annoyed my mother so she just sighs really loudly then says loudly, "So, are you telling me that you and her have both been starving yourselves until I've come home just so that I can make dinner? God, why can't I ever have a break." To which my brother responded, "No, I'm not asking for food, I'm going out anyways. I was just saying that there really isn't much food," then left. But I was left incredibly irritated. Then she walks into the living room, sits down, then casually asks me how was my day like nothing happened. Me, being irritated as I was, told her with a slight attitude, "How can you ask me 'how was my day' after being mean like that?" and she said that she didn't mean to be mean or anything. I just tried to shrug it off and be nice. Then she angrily set the table and told me to eat. I didn't really like what was being served so I told her that I'd just make some ramen but she said in an angry tone that she just set the table for us to eat together and that I was being rude not to eat with her. I understood where she was coming from so I said that we can still eat together after I make the ramen. Afterwards, we were ok with each other. We had a long conversation and she seemed to calm down and we were both alright.

THEN, my dad came home (For some odd reason. Odd because he comes home at like 7AM and here he was at 10. Turns out, he needed the bathroom and that he couldn't go out to work until a few hours later) and I asked him some questions which he didn't answer because he was too busy watching TV and playing baduk (I think this is called Go in English?) on the computer. Because of this I got slightly upset because he always does this. He never pays attention to anything when he does these things and when I try to get his attention, he always yells at me to stop bothering him. Then my mom asked me to throw out the garbage and when I asked her where she put the garbage, she answered back in an extremely rude and annoyed tone of voice that basically scream out "I don't want to deal with you right now." So because I was upset, I threw the garbage out and then I told my parents that I was gonna go for a walk because I didn't like the mood inside the house to which my dad said, "The only one with a bad mood right now is you." and my mom defended(?) me and told him that she was in a bad mood and I was just picking it up from her. I was glad that she told him but that was immediately over powered by the hurt of his comment. The thing is, everytime I have a bad day or something, my dad always makes it seem as if I have a problem and that I'm the only one who has ever had bad days. So, I was on the verge of tears but I just held it in until I was out on the street and walking around. I didn't really cry but walking did clear my head and make me calm down. I was still not happy and I was tired but I was neutral. I came back home and I everything was fine.

Until I decided to use the bathroom. My mom had just finished taking a shower and I had been holding it in for a while so I rushed to the bathroom. I was stopped by my mom who told me that she needed to brush her hair and I was like okay, that's fine. I thought she meant that she was just gonna grab the comb and leave but no, she just had to brush her hair in the bathroom. When I asked her if she could take it outside, she told me that everytime she brushes her hair, a lot of hair falls out so she needs to do in the bathroom so that she can clean it up easily. I really needed the bathroom so I asked her to leave and do it later because it's not something important but she completely ignored me and continued to do this in there. I got annoyed and I told her to get out to which she said, "Just wait a minute, goddamn. I'm done anyways." So, since she was done, I waited for her to leave but she didn't. She started to gather her fallen hair from the ground to throw it in the trash. At this point, I not only needed the bathroom a lot, I was extremely irritated and I yelled at her to leave. She then yelled at me saying some unreasonable about how I'm so rude and impatient then proceeded to leave and slam the bathroom door. I was extremely upset and angry because not only was she being unreasonable about using the bathroom (WE ONLY HAVE ONE GODDAMN BATHROOM AND I ING NEEDED THAT BADLY), she had just ruined my mood again. I was so angry that I started screaming in the bathroom, "I was fine. I was ing fine. I took a walk and I was ING FINE. I WAS ING FINE!"

Needless to say, I didn't talk to her afterwards and I confined myself to my room until she fell asleep. I was so upset, I had no idea what to do to make myself feel better so I decided to vent on AFF.  Now it is 1:35 AM in NYC and I think I'm gonna go watch some TV now because my mom is asleep and I actually feel better after typing this. This took ing forever to type.

If you actually read all the way through then I congratulate you and thank you for reading this. Here's an imaginary cookie - although I do have actual chocolate chip cookies in my house-. Thanks for reading my rant :D