if theres one person god makes me hate for the rest of my life, it's my brother. JESUS. i really really really can't fucking stand him anymore. *screams and attempts to pull hair out* he can do anything to me while i can't fucking do anything to him. i can't disturb him when he's using the computer, he can disturb me and jump around me and pull me all over the place when i'm using the computer. take this morning, i wasn't doing anything to him, and he suddenly comes and starts going 'pow! bang! wahaha!' for no fucking reason. so i tell him to get lost. and he stands there and pulls the chair i'm sitting on forward, backward, forward, backward and right, left, right, left. then he finally sat down on MY chair. i can't stand it, why can't he sit on his own chair when it's like right beside him? so i get real fed up and just tell him to get lost again. then he sits on his chair and starts irritating me again, so i push his chair away and he follows the stupid chair. then he started screaming that he almost fell down the stairs or whatever fucking shit, like going 'YOU LA! LATER I GO HOSPITAL THEN YOU PAY MY MEDICAL BILLS!' and he starts threatening me and going 'next wednesday when you come home from school i wno't let you use the computer!' and im' like do i fucking care? what can he do to stop me from using the stupid computer? and he sleeps on my bed. he has his own fucking bed, why can't he sleep on his bed? *screams again* and he can yell at me, i can't yell at him, if not my mom will start with the fucking 'stop fighting with your brother, you only have one brother' talk. *SCREAMS*. i really can't stand this kind of fucking life anymore. when he screams and yells at me, my mum just ignores it. when i scream at him she'll start protecting him and saying 'you only have one brother, treat him better. he's only a young boy! one day you'll regret this.' like fuck, he's SO not a young boy, and one day i'm gonna regret not rebelling against my mum about the "treat your brother better" talk. sometimes i really wanna scream at my mum. and my bro is like "sensitive". if i accidentally bump into him or what he'll fucking start crying. and then my mum will go 'why? why you crying? is it your sister bully you again?' and i'm like fuck, i didn't even do anything luh. also he walk so damned slow and i walk fast. so every time he walks in front of me i always step on his shoe luh, then he'll turn around and say "CAN YOU STOP STEPPING ON MY SHOE!?" and i will be like ''then walk faster lah!' and then my dad/mum will go 'don't bully your brother!' and i'm like fuck, go away. he don't want to walk fast then walk behind or beside me luh, he knows i walk fast already still must walk in front of me so fucking slow. my mum is the first to blame me for everything, cause my bro cries for just about everything. he can't fucking do anything himself luh! if in the morning his uniform is not no his bed he'll cry. if in the morning the water is cold, he'll cry. and the first thing my mum always says is "is it your sister bully you?" like fuck off, i was in my room minding my own fucking business luh, what does it have to do with me!? seriously, sometimes i can't stand my mum. she's like such a bitch at times luh, every thing is MY fault. then when i argue back and tell her i didn't do anything, she'll start saying ''dont' lie blablablablabla, you know i don't like people who lie" when in the first place i wasn't even fucking lying. look at this picture, it shows how much i want to kill my fucking brother right now.

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if you look at all of stickgirl's images, they explain how she feels. you know what, i should really use images to explain my feelings instead, it's easier. and i don't have to type and stop to fight with my fucking brother. *SCREAMS AGAIN AND TRIES TO WRECK DARRYL'S ROOM*