No Point

I think the reason I’m becoming less and less close to my brother is because he’s turning into an asshole. Or maybe he already was to begin with, I just didn’t really notice.

I was a dreamer once. Those head in the clouds, always believing in the good of people kind of dreamer.

Things change, people change. I changed.

This semester, I heard something I never thought I would be described as.

PRACTICAL.

I’m pretty surprised to hear that and I think it’s great to be practical. I just realise I have lower tolerance for bullshit and I can’t stand my brother’s shallowness anymore. His faux intellectual side doesn’t help with anything but make him seem intelligent on social media. The house is still a fucking mess and I love when he says his possessions are confined in his room.

HAH! Bull fucking shit.

I really am ready for finals to be over so I can throw every fucking shit out of the house. What the flying fox. I hate how I live like a criminal.Constantly worrying about the house and people wanting to come in gives high blood pressure.

I’m out. Please pray for my last paper.