(Source: vivianhoangnguyen, via bigdreams-smallworries)

today is my brother’s birthday. So I thought I bought him a cake and a soda so we can celebrate. I know its not big but its what we always do. I knew he was going to come home late so I had this whole surprise set up. My mom told me she was going to go get him. As I’m setting up, adding 16 candles and whatnot, my dad starts bitching about how he should have known bla bla that he needs to wake up at 5 in the morning. Guess he couldn’t give up 10 minutes of his precious sleep to sing happy birthday to his son. So I tell him that I’d do it alone. And then he yelled at me and told me it’s not his fault for what I’m going through. Gotcha Dad. So anyway I wait there with the cake in my hand candles lite and the second my brother walks in I start to sing. He sees me and then he darts to the bathroom. I get that it’s obviously mother nature and he can’t control that. But seriously he could of at least let me finish singing or walked towards me. I would have held it in. Nothing works out for me ever not even a stupid surprise. And then when I got upset all I hear is my dad talking shit. I swear to everything these people are going to loose me. As dramatic as it is I’m going to leave and never come back and all they will have is a note and maybe a phone call here and there. I really don’t care anymore. I belong on my own anyway.