Today, as it it turns out, is in fact a particularly shitty one. The lowest part being the that my brother, who was recently diagnosed with an extremely rare auto immune disease, now has a high chance of dying because of me. Throughout morning was typically normal. Wake up, school, ran into a cockroach, work, homework, practice, and then home. Within those last few hours, between my schools torturing methods and finally making it to my plush bed, is when everything went to literal fucking hell.Throwing hundred pound girls into the air is a whole lot more fun than you'd imagine. I live for competitive cheer, its my weekly serotonin, and cheerleaders are a lot nicer than movies and TV shows give them credit for. But I won't be able to participate in that for a while because some chic went to a party and got our current world dilemma, COVID. The bitch then decided to tell us a week later. This leads to less than half of the reason I feel like shit, because now that I know that my younger brother, who's only fucking 12, could lying on his deathbed. About 30 minutes after that, my mom received a phone call from our lovely landlord, who isn't so lovely now since they're evicting us, because we can't buy the house, because of my brothers medical bills, which just increased because he now has to be plugged up to tubes an wires. So I don't know anymore, I'm just a little tired of the shit the world likes to throw at me, at everyone. Thank-you to this kind website though for atleast letting me express this dumbass nonsense and I really hope I get to see my brother tmrw, and a non-crying family for once.