Venting!!!!!
MY BROTHER IS A FUCKING ASSHOLE.
I'm so fucking pissed at Greg. I want to beat his ass so fucking badly it's hard to even sit still.
I just got over to my parents' house. I walk in the door, say, "Hello," and put down my stuff. Next thing I know, Greg's shouting, "Who the heck is here?"
"It's me," I shout back.
"What the hell are you doing here?" is his response.
"I'm here to do laundry and homework," I reply calmly. What the fuck do you mean, what am I doing here? This is my parents' house. I'm welcome here any goddamn fucking time I want.
"Well, I have homework to do, too."
I take a deep breath as I supress the urge to just bite his head off immediately. "I figured. Which is why I brought my laptop."
"Why the hell don't you just do it at home and just come up here to print it?"
Deep breath...deep breath..."Because I need to get online to do my homework." Why is he being such an asshole AGAIN, and right off the bat? I start a load of laundry, and he comes downstairs with Jen. He walks right past me...no, Hi, how ya doin? or anything of the sort. I walk into the family room when I'm done loading. "Nice to see you guys, too." Jen smiles.
Greg said something about me not being able to do whatever I want up here. Why the fuck shouldn't I be able to? It's just as much my home as it is his. It belongs to Mom and Dad and they have no problem. "Because of you, I've had to stay up until midnight doing my homework lately," Greg says pissily. Fuck that, I think. I've only been up here maybe 3 or 4 Monday nights this semester.
"You could do it earlier, you know," I reply, some of my anger seeping through, and me not entirely stopping it.
"You don't live here. You better watch out what you say, or it'll come back to bite you in the ass," he threatens, and walks out with Jen.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT SHIT? GODDAMIT I'M SO PISSED, I WANT TO FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. I'M SO ANGRY I COULD CRY RIGHT NOW AND GO SMASH HIS CAR WINDOWS IN AND TAKE EVERYTHING HE OWNS AND BURN IT. THIS ISN'T HIS FUCKING HOUSE. HE HAS NO GODDAMN RIGHT TO TREAT ANYONE THAT WAY, ESPECIALLY ME OR MOM OR DAD. FUCK HIM. I HOPE KARMA COMES BACK SOON AND SLAPS HIM ACROSS HIS FUCKING INDIGNANT FACE. HE'S SO FUCKING CONCEITED I CAN HARDLY FUCKING STAND TALKING TO HIM. SHIT. I HATE HIM SO MUCH, BUT I DON'T WANT TO BECAUSE HE'S MY BROTHER. I'D PUNCH HIM, BUT I KNOW HE'D PUNCH ME BACK, AND HE'S STRONGER THAN ME, SO UNLESS I WANT TO WIND UP IN THE HOSPITAL, I CAN'T. FUCK. SHIT. GODDAMN FUCKING SHITHEAD.
Want to know what makes me even more furious? I was just up here Saturday night for dinner. We had a great dinner...Mom, Dad, Greg, Dwight, and me. Greg was sweet as all could be. No assholeness. Where the fuck is this coming from? I'm sure it has to be something other than just me...people aren't assholes just to be assholes, usually. fuck. I'm so goddamn angry. I just want to break something. Shit. How the hell can we ever get through to him.