Day 14.

Earliest memory


Arrgh I'm really pissed of at the moment, so I hate the memory I have.

I don't have one specific memory, but many. And they all involve me faggot of a brother. I wish I could wipe my memory because it just reminds me of how he used to be; nice to me. Then he turned into a gay, teenager and hasn't yet snapped out of it.
I just wish we could get along. Sometimes I think we do, but then he will just fuck it up.
Arrgh. He annoys me. I just wish he wouldn't be so disrespectful and insensitive. And I wish he was actually able to hold up a conversation.

He makes me cry and it pisses me off!!!!

Arrgh, I hate him so much, but I hate hating him.
I wish we could just get along.
is that too much to ask.


And now as tear roll down my face, I'm questioning whether I want to get along with him whilst he's the person he is.

And because of him, I question everything else. My friendships with everyone else. I HATE THIS!