Complaints, thoughts, events and whatnot. This journal is my outlet, an insight to my mind and life. No one asked you to read it; keep that in mind if you want to bitch about something.
This place isn't the haven it used to be. Just a bunch of try-hard faggots, sceneters, attention whores, and teeny boppers. It's disappointing. Everyone's username is like "GlitterKittenNinjaFuckass" that live in "Hyrule" or "Hogwarts." Everyone's a carbon copy of everyone else these days. Blah. /rage
I've been thinking about deleting my account. Hardly here, anyway. No one interesting enough to keep coming here. I don't know. I'll figure it out later. Mood: Ragefest.
Just a passing thought - I wonder why people still add me. I never talk to them, nor do they talk to me. I don't care much, seeing as I'm always very busy lately.
There's a lot I need to type. Update and whatnot. I'll find the time to go in depth hopefully soon. Time to do homework. >_>
My older brother Brian was supposed to be out of the house soon after mom died and he never left and never started saving up to leave because he got into the mindset that we're going to baby him like mom did and allow him to do nothing. I've been trying to get Melissa to throw him out for a while because I don't have the power to actually kick him out. He's been doing little to nothing around the house, besides breaking shit and not repairing anything. He has anger issues and drinks, and I'm sure he does drugs along with smoking pot.
I had a feeling he was going to do something stupid soon so I kept hounding Melissa, my slightly older sister to kick him out, but she didn't. Well, shit did go down. He thinks he can get mad and yell at people, but other people aren't allowed to be angry and yell back apparently. Billy was being yelled at and yelled back. So what does Brian do? Picks him up by the throat and slams him into a wall. What I don't understand is why the cops weren't called at THAT point. I found out a good while after the fact, and since no one likes to back me up, even though I'm right and they should, I wasn't able to call the police.
Melissa told him he had to leave by the end of the week. That point in time came, and she gave him another extension. I told her that the more time she gives him the more he'll think he can just buy more and more time until everyone forgets and he doesn't have to leave. But of course, no one listens to me.
She finally decided to kick him out yesterday, but over the phone because Brian's an abusive prick and I'm sure she took that into account. She told him he had to go, and that he should stay at a friend's house while looking for a place to stay because he can't stay anymore. He flipped shit, called her a cunt, said that he couldn't believe she was doing this to him, blah blah. Hangs up on her. She called him back and said he has no right to give her that tone and some other stuff I don't remember. He said something about coming over right now, and he did. He slammed his car into Melissa's front end, throwing the bumper to the ground, breaking big flower pots that belonged to mom, banged on the door, kicked, screamed, said he'd "kill every last one of you mother fuckers" and left after about ten minutes of that.
What I don't understand is why it took ALL OF THAT to get her to call the cops, when he picked my younger brother up by the throat and slammed him into a wall about a week prior. They [Melissa, Adam, and Derek] filed a police report, I wasn't even there because I was at work. We thought that would be the end of it for a while. Derek, the current relationship person thing, had me sleep over at his house last night because he didn't want to risk me being in danger at my house. I wake up to missed calls from Melissa. I called her at asked why she called. Her back window was shattered and so was her ex boyfriend's back windshield. His car is BRAND NEW. They thought it was Brian's doing and called the police. They found out it was done by someone Brian knows because they got in a fight, Brian punched him in the face and shattered his car window. Instead of taking it out on Brian, he fucked up Melissa's and Adam's car.
The cars are now fixed. Brian still comes over here and there to grab things from the house, like pretty much our entire living room furnishings, a TV, pots/pans/silverware/plates, and other random things that he's likely to not return. Mood: PossiblyCuttingTies
