a lot of folks in this home are buggin so bad this week.
i’ve never gotten myself insulted nor be the reason to people’s aggravation this week. i’ve copped a lot of flack [im not trying to be whiny cos i know not everything is peachy] (there is something i’ve done wrong each day — no exaggeration). its been like egg shells around here. i’m not used to this kind of household atmosphere, i hate it. this makes me wonder if feeling the way i do makes me weak. there are people i know/know of who live likes this on the regular and just deal with it … if this happened regularly/daily i’d go mental.
i respond with Dwight Schrute related quotes.
i feel like the biggest dork.
did you just take that for a new profile picture? hmmmm.
not hating.. just an observation. — i’m sure you’re a blast…………….
i overheard a conversation with my mum and my lil brother… my bro’s struggling between staying with his first love or breakin free.
i’ve been pretty hard on my bro’s gf (not obviously but others are aware of my feelings) she’s got it tougher than we do. i’ve always been objective with her always being around. knowing what i know about family, you don’t lash on the hard times — especially when the girl’s got younger siblings and an elderly grandma… but then again i don’t know her situation and i can never put myself in her situation because my home’s always felt like home.
im a few years older than my brother.. and i’ve got years of knowledge ahead of him except when it comes to the relationship department. that’s where he has one up on me… my brother and i don’t speak (at all) we haven’t locked in communicative relationship. we used to be close, i remember we used to wrestle and play air balloon tennis, but once incident changed all that. all my suppressed anger towards him built up in one moment, a trivial problem and i think from then on our relationship changed. my mum gets scared how much me and my brother can live our lives and be part of a family and never speak more than a few words.
it’s something i know that needs to be dealt with but i can’t find it in myself to work on it. i dont even think its a problem. its kind of like how things are (if you know what i mean).. i dunno, i still have a lot of ‘growing up’ to do.. maybe things will change.
i’ve got love for my lil brother, no doubt. if anything happened to him or anyone hurt him (if he didnt deserve it) i would attack them like a mother fuckin squirrel monkey (jersey shore reference, im ashamed that i like that show) .. i guess that’s why i put up with his crap, it’s cos he’s my brother.. if it were anyone else, that shit would be straight out crazy. i wouldn’t stand for it.
this post has gone off track (like most) but i’ll end it here.
LOL. HAHA, you got me. I seriously had a tinge of excitement
sending back the female rap movement…
you can agree or disagree with me…