I hate that if he has a fucking bad day at work he blames everyone for everything in the house. I hate how he just vents and vents and whatever you say is irrelevant because he is only going to get more angry. I hate how he wants to be controlling and I hate how he can just be nice one minute and horrible the next.

I was just informed that if my little brother, who is nine, was to step on a nail brush I left on the floor he would break his leg. It’s fucking ridiculous. I don’t even live here and I get blamed for everything breaking; for any mess and pretty much everything that is wrong with his life.

I do hate him on days like this. Can he just fuck off so I can actually write a blog about something which isn’t a rant about how pathetic he can be some days.