I'm starting to be kind of concerned for my grandma. She's a nice lady, but I don't think anyone treats her with the kind of kindness she deserves. Sure, there's moments, but that's life.
She is overly concerned about the Thanksgiving dinner. A bit too much, in my opinion. She sometimes comments in the truck how she doesn't like the holidays as much as she used to back then. I can see why, though. I figured you'd like the holiday because you are the one getting the good things because you're young at the time. But once you get older, you kind of have to handle it yourself, and if family is here, you have to take care of them, too. And due to how everything is at the current moment, it really stressed her out. I'm not even sure if she'll want to put up the same old Christmas tree for Christmas. Her birthday was practically not even a birthday, no one really celebrated it other than me.. and grandpa, somewhat. My mom's birthday wasn't so great, either. She wouldn't get out of the RV for us because dad didn't put her first.. for some lousy goddamn dollars. I hate how selfish she can be at times. She's a... somewhat.. good woman. She just needs improvement... lots, lots of improvement.
Today, we managed to get a plan for the Thanksgiving dinner for that holiday day. I was able to do a tiny bit of looking online and found one cheaper than the eighty three bucks some other restaurant wanted.
And now that it's Friday, I have no school tomorrow. But I'm not so sure if I should be happy about that or not. All I'm going to do is lay in bed all day, either watching TV or playing games.. or listen to the many arguments here.
I guess not so much of the last, since my mom wants to go to some motel so she has more space.. but it's a bit of a waste of money, but I don't think she'll care. She just wants away from my brother, whom, despite knowing a lot about how he acted, gave in to him a lot. She practically always gave him money without saying a single "No" or protest. It's that simple.
But then again, maybe she sees something in him that she doesn't see me. Maybe, somehow, my money-hungry and selfish brother is way better than me, who has been trying to do good all his life.
Why am I even typing all this? Does anyone even give a shit for what I go through? Probably not. Maybe this is just for the entertainment of others.
But then again.. I don't know where else to write. My school did tell me to write some more often, so... maybe it'll help.
Or maybe it won't.
I don't know if I'm just being over dramatic, but I think I'm starting to be somewhat stressed out more often than I normally am. But I managed to hide it pretty well and normally distract myself from it.. until I only lay in bed and it suddenly comes and grows until I sleep..
Is there something wrong with me..?
