This entire week has been shit for me. Last Friday, my cousin yoked my mother, trying to get her out. I wanted to fight him so bad, but my brother is older, so I let him handle it. Next day, it was calm and everything. Nothing in particular happened, but Sunday my mother and my brother started going at it. I tried to break it up, but my brother is too damn ignorant. Monday, I got into an arguement with my bro, he saying that my life is shit, I'm a little bitch just cuz I didn't wanna lend him my walkman. He kept talking shit, but I ain't pay no mind. Tuesday, my mother and my brother went at it again. Reason: Phone bill = $700. She turned off his phone, so he kept using his girl's cell. Next day, it all seemed alright until I got home. His girl left him because he stuck off wet, (angeldust for you people that don't know), and she left. Just because he felt like shit, he tried to make me and my mother feel like shit too. He argued with my mother relentlessly, and than, at night, he pulled me down. His words - "If I kill somebody, it's your fault; Your life is videogames, you don't care about anyone but you and and your fucking game and internet; Papi doesn't love you because of what you did to him; Everyone hates me, and they wish you would just stay locked up in your room; You do nothing but masterbate to Lara Croft." I am not that God damn stupid, and everyone says he is just trying to make me feel bad. And when he said I don't care about anyone, just my games, my reply was: "Oh yea Joey. I fucking don't give a shit about anyone. Fuck you, fuck Juan, fuck everyone in this house, fuck tha entire world. All I need is my games, so fuck this. Well you know what, tha reason why I play so much God damn games is because that is my world away from reality. It keeps me away from tha real world, and ass-holes like you. I play so much God damn games so than that way, I won't become tha egotistical fuck that you've become. This is a state of mind, so it doesn't control my entire life you dumb fuck. So just shut tha fuck up!" His reply: "Than what about that time you played Papi out?" My reply: "You can't even fucking go there! You called me, and told me he was going to call like around 12:00, so what I did was mute my God damn tv, lower my music, and waited for tha mutha fuckin phone to ring. By tha time I heard that peice of shit phone rang, it already rang twice. I ran to Marilyn's room to pick up tha phone, but I couldn't find it. So I ran downstairs as fast as I could, and because of your dumbass always on tha house phone, I couldn't find tha peice of shit. And by tha time I did, it was already to late. So you can't even say I played Papi out! Plus, that was your mutha fuckin responsibility to stay here to pick up tha fuckin phone! He called for you, that was your fuckin fault! Stop blaming others for you fuckin mistakes! Learn responsibility and than you can come at me with shit. Now get tha fuck out my room!" Tha next day...yesterday, I came home in a shitty mood thinking about that all day. I stayed in my room all day, having one song on repeat 1 for tha whole day. When my mother called me down to go to tha store for her, she saw tha tears. She asked what happened. I had no choice but to tell her what whent down that night. Than when my brother came home, my mother started argueing again with him. He left 2 minutes after he came in. Than later that night, like around 11:30, I went downstairs to use tha bathroom. By tha time I go up stairs, he went in my room and took my cell. I went to his room, and said quietly, "Joey. Give me my phone..." He started asking why he couldn't use it. I told him because I didn't want him to use my phone. He replied that it was T-Mobile to T-Mobile. I said quietly that I didn't care. He ran up to my face, and mushed his fist in my face. I didn't budge. He told me to get tha fuck out, so I slammed his door and walk to my room. 2 minutes later, he throws my phone on my bed and says, "There goes your fuckin phone you lil' bitch. You know what? I'm tired of your shit. FUCK YOU RICHIE!!! FUCK YOU!!!! (Pressing his middle-finger in my face with all his force) When I get a fuckin deal, I ain't taking you wit me. You know what? When I die, I don't want you in my fuckin funeral. Don't even cry a fuckin tear you little bitch. I don't want nothing from you. YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER ANY FUCKING MORE YOU LITTLE BITCH!!! (mushing me towards my bed, than walks away.)" My only reply, "No tears shedded..." That was a lie. I cried till like 12:45, until I finally fell asleep, playing that one song still. At 2:30 a.m., he wakes me, than says he needs my phone. I told him to go fuck himself. He asked why. I told him because he is a fucking hypocrite. He tried to aplogize, and tried to hug me. He said he loves me, and wants to forgive me because I'm his little brother. My exact words, "I'm sorry. I don't have a brother..."
10/7/05 07:37 am
I shall update later about my week. Stressed out beyond belief, not enough time to write it all...