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Just came home..
and im fucking tired. Its actually not my fault, that we stayed at ttp for so long, its my dad's, for not picking us the fuck up.
And when i get home, i ATTEMPT to rest, but no. 
The evil man, blabbers on about how i dont help out.
Three quarters of the time, i try to help, and do things myself.
He takes the job from me, tells me i cant do it properly, and does it himself.
When im doing it perfectly fine. 
So he does not have the right, to constantly scream at me.
HE STEALS MY FUCKING JOB! WHEN I TRY TO DO THEM!
SO HE CANT FUCKING TALK.

I dont think i can never hate someone more than i hate him.
Not even as much as when i do hate my brother.
Please someone save me from this misery D:


Over and out. x





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