Two days being home and I can't wait to leave again.
I've never got along with my younger brother, Jerren, which my mom and I have fought about before. Now, she says that because I don't
hug him, I obviously don't
love him...I wonder if she's right...I mean, ever since he was old enough to reason and think, my brother has been manipulative and deceptive, acting one way around my mom and step-dad, and a completly different way around me, just to get me in as much trouble as possible. I wonder if this is why I can't stand him most of the time. And now he's entering puberty, so his hormones are flipping out and he's even more of a brat than usual. I don't think he loves me past the base love one blood relative has for another, and I sometimes wonder if I have the same kind of love. Of course, my mom refuses to hear that her "soft-hearted" little man is anything less that a sweet young boy just going through a hard time. This is, of course, what he wants...he has her wrapped around his finger and he knows it. I'm expected to put up with all of his crap because I'm older; instead of telling him to stop and correcting his behavior, I'm told to suck it up. I wish I didn't have to work this summer, or else I'd go back up to school and live there...or anywhere else for that matter. I come back home and my bed isn't even my bed anymore; it's my brother's. Everything is different and nothing belongs to me anymore...I'm just a visitor sleeping on the couch for the next four months, eating someone else's food, using someone else's electricity and water...I can't wait to move away again and for good, but I can't tell my mom that, cause she'd never understand. I was so looking forward to being home again, but all it's been is bad.
Oh well.
Work starts soon and I'll be gone all day and can just drive around or read in my room at night.
I miss you guys so much.
GOSH! I thought I'd be
done with this crying thing already!