"The time that you least deserve to be loved is the time that you most need it."

How come that's true for my brother, but not for me?

Life sucks.

Like a tick.

But worse.

Life sucks like a blood thirsty leech.

On the other hand, I made my gala audition. The gala, for those of you who don't know, is basically a show that flaunts Allen's Art Academy. Because I am a part of the music academy, I auditioned. Despite the fact that my audition sucked to an infiinite extent, I made it. Not only that, but I made it with two songs, which is kind of a big deal. The only other person who had two songs is in AP music, and chorale, choir, band, and orchestra.

This is a good thing.

I was also asked to play one of the guitar parts for the spring musical, Sweet Charity. Most of it looks pretty easy, except for a couple songs that consists of chords like Bbma7. Yup.

Turn out the freakin light!

ATTENTION EVERYBODY:

Valentine's Day has been officially changed to February 21st for my own personal convenience.

Thank you and please mark your calendars.

I don't think that anybody understands how much I hate my brother.

I'm not easily angered. I don't hold grudges unreasonably. But I can't take this any more.

I won't take this any more.

I'm not a hateful person, in fact I'm pretty much a push over. I will usually let things go without a word.

My point being that if you are to derive this much hate and anger from the bottom of my heart, then you have to thirst for it and search for it.

If he is not out of  my house, out of my life with in the next month, I swear that I will run away.

I don't know where I'll go, but any where is better than this.

Do you know what it's like to live in constant fear?

I hate him and I hate who I'm becoming because of him. If I have to slit my effing wrists, this is going to be over.

Hate is a rather strong word. That's why I chose it.

A few things that I hate:

Failing tests.

Failing tests with a grade below a 40.

Eating nothing but sweets nonstop.

Having stupid people that know nothing about me judge me.

Having an urge to cry about every random thing that goes on.

Being so cold that my body aches from shivering.

Being yelled at rather than spoken to.

When people call me "honey," "baby," or "sweetheart."

When people ask me a lot of questions.

When people act like they're mother theresa for talking to some loner kid.

But most of all...

I hate my JOB.

And with a passion.

ERRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!