So, apperently my mom dyed her hair bubblegum pink while I was gone for work. It looks ridicilous. She's a woman that's been pregnant twice and hit a point far beyond the wall, and now her already thin frizzly hair became even thinner and frizzier by bubblegum pink dye. And right after I came home, the first thing she did was asking me what I think about it. I decided not to be honest in front of the whole family, so i just shrugged it off, but it looks fucking ridicilous trust me. Typical single mom that has hit the wall a long time ago, cares way to much about her daughter(aka my half sister) and couldn't care less about her son, has the worst personality and attitude one can have, although it sometimes looks like she only acts that way towards me... and now has some crazy hair colour "to express herself more" aka attention seeking.

And you know? Hairdye isn't exactly cheap either. And guess who pays that woman half his salary every month?(more accuratly tho, has it forcibly taken). My mom gets monthly government funds that are 70% of her original salary and my stepdad can't get a job because his visa is about to expire and has to go back the states soon. I am the only one in the household that has a job, and I'm only 16.

And she isn't the only one that dyed it. My half sister has red hair, feminist red hair. My mom also bought some hairdye for her friend has a "birthday gift". That friend decided to go with magneta purple, doesn't look too good either imo... And considering that they have long hair, needing at least 2 packages each, that makes 2 packages per person, 3 peopple, so 2x3=6 and 6 packages of hair dye = a lot of money. And then my mom has the nerve to complain how we're short on money so I need to "calm down with food" and "don't spend too much money on unnecessary stuff" (Like hairdye is so necessary?), meanwhile my stepdad gets too eat all the snacks and expensive food he wants... and women compain why they statistically speaking have it financially worse than men....

So yeah, if you see a middle age post-wall women with bright pink hair walking around with a shy teenage boy walking behind her, hi, it's me...

Sorry if this became kind of a rant post, I tried everything myself, writing about it in my dairy, take a nap to forget about it, break myself with pushups trying to forget it... but I just can't get over how fucking dense women are and how much they don't realize they are. Fuck this shit, I wish I coud leave this godawful household, or at least my bitch that dares to call herself my mother....