I’d consider that a good thing. He has the same name as the oldest son (the one with ownership of the 2000 dollars), so he can just walk into the bank, take the 2000 dollars, and run away.
It just doesn’t seem fair…unless you’re a dangerous criminal they should give you a chance. Anyway, just think positively, and I’m sorry if I’m annoying you…
Well, if I go to therapy, I get to sit on one of those red chairs…
And I’m not going to get thrown in asylum… Yet. What I’m more worried about is that you don’t start going insane until somewhere between the ages of 16-25. I’m scared of going truly insane. I’m not in any danger of anything (or a danger to anything)… Right now I’m an “acceptable member of society”.
What I will say is that pretty much every day at school, I’m ridiculed because of my tastes in music. Apparently most of my generation has been succumbed to rap and pop, which they dare to even call music.
Rock is where it’s at, and I know Katy Perry says she’s rock, but she’s dead wrong. I know rock when I hear it, and that “Teenage Dream” is on the complete opposite side of the spectrum.
Even worse, when I try to explain how stupid they sound saying rap is the bees knees and whatnot, they pull a “Cool story bro” and walk off.
I just want to pull out a Stakeout and blow their brains out.
I hate my family.
After spending 5 hours working on a project for my older brother (why did I agree to do that? maybe I really wanted to visit my cousins?), I come home to him. Within 2 minutes of being home, he grabs my little brother, throws him outside, so he can sit there and laugh his butt off at him freaking out. My brother has a phobia of bees, and we have a lot of bees right now. The most my mom is willing to do is call my brother a hater… My dad would end up agreeing with my Older brother if he was here right now. When that finished and he let my younger brother back inside, my older brother instantly walks over to me, to mess with me in many horrible fashions. I hate my family. My younger brother and I are the only ones that can get in trouble. My younger brother acts like his a kind even more than my older brother does. Consequently, every single member of my family treats me like trash, except my mom, who still doesn’t care that the rest of my family treats me that way. I. HATE. MY. FAMILY.