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I officially do not like my brother. At all. He claims to have been saved on the retreat he just went on..and Im no better to say that he didnt..but why does he CONSTANTLY have to put me down by calling me such awful names. All I was doing was vaccuming, but then he couldnt hear himself playing the guitar or the tv. Good Lord thats why he has a freaking room!!! But what do I get called? A smart a** and stupid b****. I just dont understand..everyone has these brothers that look out for them and constantly bend over back to help them and Im stuck with a brother who could care less if I ran out in front of a car. I know Im not the nicest person to him at times but you dont hear me calling him horrible names..and whats worse is he doesnt even get in trouble. Whats with that? And Ive worked my butt off this whole week keeping the house clean..and he'll drag all his stuff in the living room and doesnt put away his dirty dishes and STILL gets to go off whenever he wants. I on the other hand have to actually work for what I want..which I am completely fine with. But shouldnt he have to do the same? I know I sound like selfish brat but sometimes I just get so tired of my parents constantly expecting more out of me than they do Daniel. I wish I was at the beach right now..its such a great night outside..I want to be laying out there looking at the stars and talking to you..be with you..but its ok..I think I finally understand now..ok thats enough of that for now..Im out my looooooves. Oh yea..I had fun today....thanks Jeanna and Steph for letting me hang out with ya'll!!!! Peace to you.
<3 Lindsay
<3 Lindsay