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I hate your brother. Let me start there. I hate the way he eats and that you don't stand up for me around him, or with my issues with him. You pretend to not notice because you all feel like he is a lost cause.

You take advantage of my caring personality and suck up all of my kindness like some greedy a** goblin. I foolishly think you will turn into gold. I love your potential but I don't know if I can hold out that long.

Our house is disgusting because you are a lazy piece of s**t all day. You spend most of your day on Facebook, which makes you no better than my ******** fat-a** coworker, who I b***h about on a daily basis.

Your clothes litter our house and you leave your dirty dishes all around. I've stopped picking them up in the hopes that you ******** suffer. I hope you ******** notice how disgusting you are and that you feel embarrassed at how you treat me. I live in a pigsty.

YOU ARE NOT A FRAT-BOY ANYMORE. ******** grow up! GROW THE ******** UP! You need to be more considerate of the fact that I give up things for your sake since you are a moody piece of s**t. WHAT DO YOU GIVE UP WHEN I AM MOODY?!

Tell me that. No really, what is so ******** terrible about dealing with my moods? That I bring up true things that make you feel bad?! I don't hit you and I certainly don't rope anyone else into my ******** drama, except my mother when I'm so upset that I WALK the SEVEN MILES from our house to hers to ******** talk.

I cried that whole walk.

I tried to talk to one of your best friends so that SOMEONE would know what you are really like and how you are the luckiest guy to have someone that puts up with your s**t. I mean, you really think that I want to ******** you that much?!

Get real.

I would much rather be playing with myself half the time. I am horny all the time and you are such a bother to get in the mood and to ******** wait for you to finish. I wait on you hand and feet but rarely get the payback. GODS.

And these things I don't mean.

I am frustrated.
I am tired.
I am working as hard as I can

but I am never enough.
I am never kind enough to the kids.
I am never spending enough time with you.
I'm never social enough for you.

Yet, I love you and I don't want anyone else.
I just wish you could let me be me.
Just let me be myself again.
I hate this ******** b***h.
I hate her so much.

I hate this persona and the dead feeling inside.
My road rage is out of control.
I've almost been in three accidents this month alone.
I have thought about killing myself again.
I'm not serious but just thinking about it again freaks me out.

I don't need my medicine.
I need a break.
I need some time to myself.
I need this weekend and I need no judgement.
I need a friend.

I need to ******** make new friends.
I'm too old to be lonely.
GET A LIFE. KEEP IT CLOSE TO YOUR HEART.
I need to stop sharing secrets.

I need to keep my book to myself.
Don't share it with anyone.
Don't let anyone read the erotica.
Don't let anyone see your sketches.
Keep your works to yourself.

BE AN ENIGMA <3

"Made for Ending" by Jukebox The Ghost