Me trying to get my brother to put his life jacket on so he can get into the pool and that’s literally all I ask of him and he acts like I just told him he isn’t allowed to breathe air.

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Me trying to get my brother to put his life jacket on so he can get into the pool and that’s literally all I ask of him and he acts like I just told him he isn’t allowed to breathe air.
...sibling troubles.
They are brothers, and no one can tell me otherwise.
Fun update for all you guys who’ve been here since I started explaining my Big Sister Adventures, I keep feeling like a failure because my brother has now been officially declared psychotic and will probably never be able to finish high school, or go to college, or possibly even live on his own. And it’s like I’ve heard of parents who feel responsible for a child’s mental illness but like? I quite literally had nothing to do with it? I was a child, and then I was a teenager, and now I’m still a teenager? But like I love him so much and apparently I can’t feel sad on someone else’s behalf I have to feel guilty. Idk. Feel free to ignore/interact/ do whatever
Caution angry rant ahead
My brother is such a lazy asshole. He's acts like a child and is nothing but a bully. All my childhood he was a bully using intimidation and threats against me. I guess things never change. I despise having such a petty, ignorant, vile person as my brother. At least he's not hard to outwit.
One thing you'll learn about me is that i love doing little shit with my little brother. I love seeing him excited to make fucking chicken nuggets. Honestly, im just happy to see the kid smile after everything we go through every day.
My little brother just got his clarinet, and is trying to play it downstairs. It sounds like a goose getting strangled.... I’m not even kidding.
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I actually cannot watch wrestling with my siblings anymore.
I get that everyone has different opinions and all that, but this was completely different. They're using cheapshots about my favourite wrestlers and then smirking about it simply because my mother cant see them.
And when I say that's what's happened, I don't get believed.
Then there's our rules.
Our main rule is that "if one doesn't watch, the rest don't". but of course, I can't take what they're so plainly throwing at me and go upstairs, so they continue watching smackdown.
And then there's the ignoring me, ganging up on me, and generally being rude little shits that I can't actually stand being in the living room anymore.
I know it may sound petty but I've had enough of it.
Wrestling has honestly been the only saving grace I've had in years, without it I probably would have snapped by now, yet they just can't let everyone watch wrestling in peace How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this without shattering any love my parents may still have for me, and without getting kicked out because i'm "unreasonable, rude, and a little bitch".
Ugh...
My sister: You should make pizza. Me: No I'm making pasta. Sister: make me some. Me: if there's any left, sure. Sister: You eat the whole box?! Me: Yeah sometimes Sister: you can share. Don't be fat. Me:..... Me:.............. Me: just because you said that, now I'm going o eat the whole box Sister: don't you have a sense of humor? Calling someone fat for what they choose to eat is not having a "sense of humor", it's called being an asshat. Make your own damn dinner, sis.