Victimize me, why don't you.

I hate my family for many reasons, I like my family for many reasons.
Though the hate is beginning to overtake the positive aspects.

Like just now, when my mum asked me what I wanted from a take-away, I answered with a few items, and she told me at that particular restaurant it would be too expensive, so I'd choose one thing.
I didn't disagree, and was deciding on a single item.

Now, I have no idea how expensive this restaurant is, I rarely eat Indian food, and the same amount of items would've been at a very reasonable price to the venues I tend to go to.

My brother ends up shouting from the living room, in a very rude manner, "You will only get one item!". I was fine.
My mum goes inside, and he tells her "If he wants that, he'll get a job and pay for it himself".

That was all I had to hear. Ovcourse I yelled back. I gave a mini-lecture that only scraped the anger I had to show.
I expressed my view on how bloody rude he was right then and there, THEN he has the nerve to say "I'm not being rude, I'm telling it how it is." At which point I stated that from my room, I can hear everything they say. Everything they're whispering under their breath against me.
They forget that this house echoes, but I doubt they even realise when they conspire in one room.

My mother understands the amount of stress I have flooding through my blood, the anger, the twig under my foot that I'm rather close to snapping without much of an attempt.
She's just left, and said "Do not fight". I stated I won't aslong as no one talks to me. No one in the house. Specifically my hipocratical, egomaniacle brother.
My mother had said for no one to talk to me, and I surely hope it stays that way.


Many of my friends know how I feel against my brother. Thoughts aren't pleasant.
One of these days, I'm not going to be able to control myself, and at this moment I'm looking forward to that time.