The Hug Page

My Dad’s been kinda angry lately, and he’s been taking it out on me and my sister. My sister, who has trouble bonding with our parents, told my father to come downstairs to see something. He replied, “Is it an emergency?!” in a angry way. She said “Yes!” The reason why she said it was was because she wanted to spend some time with him, to tell him that she loved him, which she’s always had trouble saying and has never said before. He came downstairs and she beckoned him into a room. He said, “This better be good!” in a really snappish way. He began to shout at her about it not being a emergency until she burst into tears and ran away. I was sitting there the whole time, not knowing what to do. He sighed, looked at me, and said, “Well, it wasn’t a big deal, was it? I was busy, and she disrupted me.” Then he stormed upstairs. He’s been doing similar things the past few days, and my Mom thinks it’s because his Mom abused him as a child, which she did, and he’s told us many stories about her yelling at him, and for some reason that’s all coming back now. Also, I’m worried about them dying, because I’m thirteen, my Mom’s fifty-five and my Dad’s sixty-three, almost sixty-four, his birthday’s in April. I don’t know what to do.

Hey, guys. I don’t need hugs, but my neighbours could really use some.

There was a fire last night/this morning (Around 1:30 AM). I woke up because the dogs were barking like mad. Our house wasn’t affected, but my parents could see the flames and smoke. The fire department got it put out, and we don’t think there were any injuries, but my mother and I just went out to see the damage, and it’s all gone.

The house is still standing, but barely. It’s all mostly charred, burnt wood and piles of debris. I don’t know them, but they’ve lived here for as long as I remember, and I feel so sorry for them. Their house is gone, and it was a pretty large fire. I don’t think anyone was home at the time, but if they were, I hope they got out safely. I’m just feeling pretty anxious and distracted today, and I just can’t seem to get it out of my mind.

I just found out that my old dog died. I didn’t see my step-grandpa after my grandma died and apparently my dog died. He was hit by a car, my worst fear for my pets. Everything is going wrong. I just want everyone back. I don’t want them to be dead. I want to be little again. I want my step-grandpa to make me pancakes and I want my grandma to hold me and I want to sit by the fireplace and lay my head on my old dog’s back and lay there.

ughh i dont even feel like getting on my tablet or computer right now

warning- nonsensical rant up ahead

this kind of a weird problem but lately ive been worried my mom is suspicious of what i do in my spare time and its true that i dont tell her about everything i look at but its not like im watching inappropriate stuff but sometimes i get nervous about making conversation with her in case she starts asking uncomfortable questions oh yay she just walked in and i instinctively yelled “iM SORRY” lol im dead wheeee hahaha im tired bye

ps listening to the winter neko atsume theme always makes me feel better idk why