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hey have you heard my brothers offically a crack head, well not so much crack as it is pot but yea he's a drugy. i knew this day would come and i'm not sad about it at all cause i hate my brother. i don't dislike him, i hate him. 20 years from now he'll be homeless and at my door step asking for more money and i'll just say "sure one sec i'll be right back," but then i'll shut the door and call the cops why you ask? because i hate him. if i know you, you know i hate him with every fiber of my being, and if i don't know you and you read random journals don't put the "oh but he's your brother you should love him" bullshit if you want to leave a post... evil HATE evil
if he where to die tonight cause of OD i wouldn't be sad, i wouldn't cry, i would be happier. when ever he's away on a trip or in the teen mental hosp. my mom gets sad but i like that he's gone. its when i'm happy blaugh . the house stays clean longer after i clean it, and it just becomes a better place to be, i mean if we had flowers they would start growing again. the part i hate about him most is that he never thinks he's done anything wrong, that he shouldn't be up for blame... well really the part i hate most is having to deal with his s**t everyday. he's runaway before and the last time he did my mom went to bed and left the door unlocked so he could get back in cause he always comes back cause he knows he can't make it on his own (i'm not saying i can but i'm not the one running away again), well before he could i locked the door after my mom left and went to my room turned up my music and fell asleep after a while. this journal doesn't even start to tell you how mush i hate him. stare