I literally want to crawl under a rock...
& just die...
Me & my brother just got into a fight, like, kicking and screaming. He was drunk and now, either passed out on his bed or down stairs staring out the window. Just the usual.
Now I'm crying my eyes out because tomorrow he's sending me home, back to my parents. I have nothing against them. I love them to death, but despit what he did, he was helping out of my slump... Until now.
Justin told me I was the most embarassing thing on Earth & that I should just disappear. He told me to do what I did four years ago & pull a Steve-O. He called me an attention craving whore, the devils spawn, and a bimbo bitch.
Nice words coming from my brother, right?
Now tomorrow, I'm going home. Whether he remembers or not, I'm still going. I can't stand to be around here. I have no idea what has gotten into him. Michelle tried telling me it was because he still blamed himself for what happened, but even if it was true, why would he call me all those names?
I need my music & GIR plushie. I'm going to bed.
I want to see what happens in the morning.
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