MY BROTHER HAS GONE COMPLETELY COLD AND HE AND MY MOTHER ARE GANGing up ON ME. SOMETIMES IT MAKES ME FEEL CRAZY AND LIKE IM ALONE. DON'T TRUST THEM THEY'RE NO GOOD.
THE DIFFRENCE IS THAT I CAN MOVE AWAY FROM THESE CONTROLLING MANIPULATIVE FREAKS AND FIND FRIENDS AND THEY, WELL THEY CAN'T.
MY BROTHER COMES IN STORMS INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM, I TELL HIM IM WASHING SOMETHING AND HE KEEPS SAYING THERE'S NOTHING IN THERE AND EVEN OPENS THE LID. HE IS EXTREMELY HIGH AND MIGHTY LATELY AND EVERYTIME HE GETS LIKE THIS MY MOTHER HAS TO CATER TO HIM AND PLEASE HIM. SHE'S ALSO A SICK FUCK.
SO I TELL HIM I NEED TO WASH A SHIRT FOR TOMORROW. GO INTO MY ROOM TO GET THE SHIRT AND HE SAYS. "ARE YOU GOING TO WASH IT." "ARE YOU GOING TO WASH IT". WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS.
AND MY MOTHER SAYS YOU GOT TO TALK TO EACHOTHER. YOU CAN'T ABUSE EACHOTHER. THAN I GO IN AND HE IS BLAMING ME FOR EVERYTHING AS USUAL AND THAN MY MOTHER WHEN I GO INTO THE ROOM SHE IS A FATSO AND ALSO DOESN'T MOVE WHEN I SAY EXCUSE ME. SHE SAYS "YOU GOT YOUR STUFF ALL OVER THE FLOOR."
THAN I GO OUTSIDE TO HER ROOM AND TELL MY MOTHER THAT SHE HAS HER SHIT ALL OVER THE FLOOR. "AND SHE SAYS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, I DON'T WANT TO ARGUES, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR SHIT. I DON'T WANT YOUR ATTITUDE."
UM EXCUSE ME AFTER THIS CUNT JUST TOLD ME I HAD MY SHIT ALL OVER THE FLOOR. AND THAN SHE GOES IN SWEET AS PIE TO MY BROTHER ASKING HIM IF WANTS SOME PIZZA
I DON'T KNOW IF ITS STEROIDS OR WHAT THE FUCK IT IS BUT I THINK HE'S ON SOMETHING BECAUSE HE WANTS ME TO MOVE ON COMMAND FOR HIM LIKE MY EX JUNKEE JEWISH GUYASSHOLE THAT HAD INSTANT MONIES HANDED TO HIM.
AND WHEN I YELL BACK BECAUSE I AM SICK OF TAKING THEIR SHIT. THEY GANG UP ON ME AND MAKE IT OUT LIKE IM THE CRAZY ONE.
AND THE ANGRY ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKER JUST RAN TO THE WASHING MACHING TO CHECK MY WASH. YOUR DAY IS COMING MOTHERFUCKER. NO MORE ME. I AM TRYING TO GET OUT OF HERE ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
YOU DON'T WANT A SISTER, YOU DONT WANT A DAUGHTER THAN FINE I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOU.
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