June 30, 2003 - 3:38 p.m.
Tell me you saw it coming. I warned you, right? That I was going to have to kill one of my family members. Well it looks like my brother, Kevin, is the head contender.
He's driving me crazy with his bastard demeaner and his constant wailing of, "Why can't I?" He's acting like a fucking crybaby, but my parents are allowing it because he's thirteen, and therefore, allowed to act like a whhiny bitch. But because I'm the oldest and a girl, heaven forbid I strike back at him.
Take today.
There's two left over bratwursts. My brother wants them. I want one. He makes such a fuss about how he wants them both, that I give mine back. And the pussy can't even finish his first. I almost smacked him in the face. But even then, he couldn't say, sorry, I was a brat. He complained about how Mom and Dad favor me because they said I could have one of his bratwursts.
And then in the pool, he splashes me, so I try to drag him under. I get yelled at. But because I supposedly scratched him, he's allowed to splash me again. When I splash him, I'm told to cut it out.
Fuck this. I don't even want to be around any of them.
