This is just a vent. It's probably a waste of time reading
it.
So, my brother is kinda…
horrible to me. But I guess I deserve it. I’m mean to him
too. Like today, I was throwing paper at him, knowing that it would
bother him. So I deserved the hits. I deserved it. But he
didn’t hit me a lot this time, and the pain will go away. In
a few days, it’ll be like it never happened.
When I told my friend about my brother, he flipped out and
completely over reacted.
But it’s really not that bad, and I’m used to it
anyway.