My brother makes me insane. I swear to god. I know I'm a bitch to him. But god! He has to argue about every little fucking thing!!! It's so irritating.
There's this comercial. For a freaking burger. It's about the extra cheese on it.
And he says "last time it was for pepper!"
And I just say "no... it's for cheese. It's been the same thing all week."
So he's like "no! I promise!"
"Okay, whatever. I don't really care. I think it was about the cheese but you can think what you like."
"I SWEAR!!!"
"Okay. Be quiet now."
"No!"
"Then leave please. I'm trying to watch this..."
"FINE! Bitch!!" And he stands up, furious and kicks me and slams the door.
Jesus fucking christ. He gets so mad over stupid stupid things and doesn't seem to understand that other people are around, and that he's being incredibly rude. It's late and in an apartment. The people below could be sleeping for all he knows!
Meh... Anyways. I just don't understand his fury. It's so completly unreasonable.
I know I am an asshole. But not that much... Am I?
And now I start thinking about it, which is bad because obviously I'll be mean to myself because why the hell else would he react so severly. Why would he hate me so much otherwise? Why would I be such a villian to him if I was remotly nice?
Erg...
I miss my friends so much. I love sweden, but with my brother here, it is not nearly as much of an escape as I need it to be.
I miss them. And school is stressing me out. And bleh.
Someone give me instructions on how to be good enough for everyone?
Hmmm.
Goodnight. Or afternoon I suppose.
Spread the smiles.
I miss you, don't leave me alone..
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