parents with toddler mental capacity - help wanted

This blog will be pessimistic again, I'm sorry, bad day again, mainly about my bitchass parents who smoked something, I think

My whole day wasn't that bad, really. Bless the heart of the person who canceled the two English classes in the morning; some of the teachers sucked, but it was all bearable. But then I went home. And accidentally did Some Small Thing Wrong. 

My mom constantly drinks tea and cappuccino, so she often asks me to make it for her. She asked me to make her tea while she was standing next to the kitchen. I refused, I always make it, and I didn't feel like it after the day tired me out, and I was lying in bed, borderline sleeping.

She got SO MAD. I'm serious, she just started going on about how she's upset, so I got angry too and told her it's not that deep, and I don't understand why she's so frustrated.

THEN SHE SNITCHES ON ME? I CAN'T FIND A BETTER WORD FOR IT. SHE LITERALLY SNITCHES ON MY TO DAD. He busts in and starts talking about how selfish I am and how I never think of anything other than my own ass. He doesn't let me talk, and I wanna just tell him "just stop talking" but he persists, he must keep talking and yapping for SOME FUCKING REASON.

Like, if you don't know me at all, this might sound crazy. And I know. It is. Recently, my parents have been extremely anti-me (anti-you reference?) and just act like they want to see me hanging on the street. They get mad over the most little bullshit ever, and I don't know what to do. I don't know what will fuel their hatred towards me even more.

From only this situation, maybe they don't sound that bad, but they are at my throat constantly recently, and my life is full of little fights like this. My mom got mad when I told her I don't like the school schedule, and she told me that "school is your only responsibility!" (bitch?) and starts going on about how I'm so negative and all.

I told my dad that I already washed the dishes and that dishes just naturally pile up during the day, so I don't understand what his problem is that I didn't do what he asked me to do. Even my brother agreed, but he just TELLS HIM TO SHUT UP AND STARTS OUTRIGHT YELLING AND SHOUTING AT ME, TRYING TO BRING ME TO TEARS. LIKE JUST GOING "YEAH GO CRY LIKE A MANIPULATOR" WHAT.

Having beef with me, saying he bought food only for him, my mom, and my brother, and then getting mad that I didn't understand his joke when I thought he was serious with how cold he is towards me. And then when I make the food, he says, "I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING HERE," when he has to fucking cut the food.

Like all those little situations convince me my parents are insane. Like, not outright abusive, toxic, and evil, but just insane. They act like toddlers who can't control their emotions. My dad just doesn't see me as a human being equal to himself when he gets mad. Not in the parent-child dynamic, just sees me as less valuable.

Now, after the "selfish" situation, they said they're gonna act selfish towards me, too. The worst thing about this, it's the beginning of the school year, and I will need their help with ordering workbooks for school, and I don't know if they're mad enough to not do that. Literally, what is going to be my excuse? Sorry, my parents are having a tantrum and refuse to order my workbook? I have so many things to do with their help, but they chose to act like toddlers only now. Like, I never ask them for anything, I literally never ask them for fucking tea or anything, but now I need to ask them for stuff BECAUSE I NEED IT FOR SCHOOL.

I was thinking of going back to therapy since the school year started, and everything sucks. But how am I gonna tell it to those people? They already were mad when I went to therapy back then, and now that they're going through their toddler tantrum, I don't know if they won't just completely roast me.

If anyone read this that far, any advice? I really wanna get back in therapy because of other reasons, but with all that happening... Oh, I don't know.

This might be the weirdest blog entry ever. It's not as depressing as before, more angry, but weird. This is the weirdest thing I've ever written down. There are four people in this household. Two of them act like they're 7 years old. And then there's a 7-year-old boy and me.

Goodnight.