Confessions of a Rag Doll: # 257: My Family Is So Cute
I wonder if it ever occures to my borther that I’d like him more and be nicer to him if hw wasn’t such an asshole? He friends come barging in and ask if they can wake him up, like whatever, it’s 1:00 and he’s still asleep. He comes out after they leave and punches my computer. And freaks out about how I let them do it. Well Xavier, if you weren’t asshole to me, picked up after yourself, left me alone, didn’t say things racist assholes say, and listened to simple directions I’d be nicer to you. Until you stop being an asshole, I’m not gonna be nice. Simple as that.
I honestly, I hate him. He does nothing. He leaves his clothes all over the house, makes messes and doesn’t clean them up, he makes rude comments, pretty much cries whenever someone yells at him, ugh he makes me wanna puke. And he thinks he right. I hate when teenagers are like thtat. I didn’t go through that winey teenage stage, yet he’s almost as bad as my sister. He needs to get a hormone shot or something because he’s a fucking pain.
