I honestly hate my brothers so f-cking
much.
If they simply never
existed, life would be so f-cking great. They tell me that I eat
too much and that I'm fat and ugly and I have no friends. The
surprising thing is that they're younger than me. They're
12, and 13 and they are the biggest jerks I know. Sad, isn't
it? The bullies in my life are my two brothers. And I can't
get away from them. I LIVE WITH THEM. There is so much I could
put into this quote about my life and how it is with them, but I
won't bore you guys with the details. I just hope they know
that, if I ever do get diagnosed with depression or commit, they
are the reason for it. I don't think I ever would commit, but
I feel like depression is a serious possibility for me. I try to
talk to my mom, but she says that I act the same way towards
them. She just says it's a cycle. Sometimes, I can be a b-tch
towards them, but now, I'm making it my goal to just ignore
them. To not talk to them, not look at them, do nothing for them
and see how my life goes then.
This isn't what family is supposed to be about. I'm
crying right now as I type this. The f-ck is family for when
they're the bullies in my life?