"Of course they're Pirates! They've got a flag with a Skull!"

Oh how I loathe my little brother. Okay, it's not just him. There are times I hate everyone, but him I rarely like.

Right now I am filled with so much anger I am about to explode, but its worse because Im trying to calm myself down too. I finish up the laundry room and procede to unwrap Christmas balls, something I asked him to do at 2p. I had the ladder set up and get proceede to straddle it, trying not to freak out at the fact i was Ten feet in the air with nothing but a bunch of branches to save me if I teeter the wrong way. Now for being a massive tree, there were a hell of alot more ornaments, and he only would give me the tiny mass produced ones that didn't mean anything. I asked him 2 things : Get hooks on them and stop giving me the generic balls.

His response? A string of foul words about my sexuality in question and handing me another ball.

Now, I don't always try to be a bitch but when you hate heights, have A Christmas Story being blasted at you which is very painful when one has sensative ears (it developed when I was deaf as a child. That is a weird story there)

It all came to a head when I asked for a ball, and heard the delicate tinkle of broken shards.

"Noo." I thought to myself "Mom told me not to break any of them, what did he do?"

I asked to see it. He and his cronie girlfriend ignored me

"Let me see it!" I snarled.

He looked at me with a 'what the fuck bitch?' look and took the tissue paper that blanketed the little pink(Apparently) ball. Clenched it, and began to punch it thus making it beyond repair. He has no sentimental value for anything.
I got off of the ladder, almost falling off, and left. I can never work with that ass. He takes my feelings and plays them against me, doing things he knows upsets me. Then proceeds to scream at me and verbally abuse me when i try to defend myself.

I can't do this. No one wants to help me. I have no one to talk to, and all I can do is cry. I remember when it wasn't like this. I had a best friend. A person I could entrust my life to...all I am left with is a broken heart and a kid who doesnt appreciate anything.

I want her back. You have no idea what I would do. what I would give up to have her back.

good night.
~a,f