I'm Cleaning Rocks And Watching GTLive. I'm Not Sure How I Expected My Day To Go, But This Is Not It.

"Please! Don't leave me again!"

"I died. Do you think I had a choice in the matter?!"

Me: Hey, weren't you going to take a shower today?

My sister: It's one am!?

Me, hair dripping wet with my towel still in hand:

Her:

Hi!

I don't know what I'm doing.

Just got back from the void. I got you a rock.

I think I might be sick...

Now presenting, my little sister:

"Are you done with life- Oh, a tomato!"

*Picks up tomato and sniffs once before biting into it like an apple*

"This needs to be washed."

When me and my siblings were little, we were told stories about these "Older Siblings" who all died in the most strangest ways. The most memorable one was about an "Older Brother" who died while running a marathon. He was running backwards while eating a bowl of cereal and ran off the track. He ended up running straight off a cliff. My older brother said the story always gave him nightmares, yet our parents claim they don't know where the stories came from. We still don't know the source, and the only other stories I can recall, though I don't remember the details, is one about an "Older Sister" who ate flowers and was poisoned, and an "Older Brother" who drowned under frozen ice due to some unusual circumstances.

My dad just called me into his room. I was sure I was in trouble, like majorly-screwed-grounded-till-collage kind of trouble. When I walked into the room, he handed me a full pint of key-lime ice-cream with barely a spoonful taken out of it.

I would say I'm surprised, but this is honestly like the twentieth time he's done this.

I need to stop being to paranoid.

I just pulled an all-nighter, as one does, and I went to grab something to eat because I'd prefer not to starve. Last night we had pizza, so obviously I had left over pizza. Make all the jokes you want; I honestly don't care. That was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth. I swear, out of everything, homemade spaghetti, Chinese takeout, butter chicken, cookies, ice-cream, Jello, that Oreo pudding stuff we make for potlucks, my dad's award-winning chilly he stole from a dc comic and has an image of said comic framed and hanging in the kitchen, NOTHING has been better than this day-old pizza.

I am in so much PAIN right now, it's not even funny.

I can barely even walk. I literally just sitting in bed, not even moving, and I can still feel it.

It's times like this I wish I lacked a physical form.