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So, my little brother moved out.
Good for him, you know?

He’s got a small, one bedroom apartment at the top of an apartment building in town. He’s also got way, way more furniture that he can ever use for said apartment, as all my mother has been doing is making and buying him furniture for the past… month or so. Still, I hope he gets what he wants out of having his own place. I may still be in school limbo, but hopefully he can really get himself settled to get on with his life. In some way, anyway.

But yeah, my mother… I’m sure at least part of the reason why Jonathan wanted to get out of the house was to get away from the controlling nature of my mother. She’s a planner, and she is a manager, but she is very, very rarely a doer. So, for our entire lives, it’s mostly been Mom coming up with some complicated project and then us having to actually do it while she stands there and commands us to be happy and not be annoyed by having to do useless things in her exact, precise way, especially when we know a better way. Yeah.
Of course, the closer and closer it got to the day my brother moved out, the more and more clear it became that this was becoming a Mom project instead of Jonathan’s show, like it should have been. Jonathan asked me to help, said I could sleep in, no worries. I agreed, of course. He’s my brother. I’d love to help.

Mom woke me up yesterday earlier than I sometimes get up for class. No sleep for me! Then, the entire time, she was angry at me for not being awake and happy. Man, I wonder why that was! I seem to have threw my back out during the moving as well, as it’s kinda in serious pain right now. Still, I blame Mom for that too. Blame: It’s the cure, cure anything. I mean, she seemed pretty angry at me for getting hurt! Yay!

Bleh, I’m just kind of unhappy at the moment. I don’t mean to be quite so down on my mother. She has tried to be better about it, in general, and I have tried to be nicer towards her, and it has mostly worked. It’s just… bleh. Day like today. When I should be happy for my brother for getting his own place and being all supportive and such and she just kinda ruins it.

Bleh, no. No more negative emotions. And negative things.
Ha, we’ll see how long I follow that command.