Jul 17, 2011 19:57
Had a prettty bad weekend, but managed to sleep though most of it, thanks to Ativan. I had an endoscopy on Friday, and things went downhill from there. My parents are used to this shit, but I think my perfect brother hates me now. Fuck him, he's never had an actual problem in his entire life. He's never really liked me anyway, and always looked down on me. I get sick of trying to keep the peace with that spoiled brat anyway. My parenets think he's some kind of god, because he's going to law school. Who cares? He was born perfect. He's never had to struggle. He never will. The next time he complains how hard things are for caucasion males these days, I'm going to punch him in the nose, and ask him to try my life for 48 hours.
Not much else going on here. Just got a delicious pizza from La Rosa's, so at least I'm home and I don't hae to deal with my so-called family. No one is even around to see the fingerprints one of them left on my arms when he grabbed me in anger. Life is so fucking depressing these days. If my guardian angel is forcing me to stick around, I at least want to know why........am I waiting for things to get better, or am I waiting to die? Fuck that bastard too.