Okay, so today started off great. But then, my brother came home. You see, I was out driving around with my parents, we stopped at mom's bank, the pharmacy, dad's bank, Walmart, then Burger King. When we got home, I put away the groceries, then I sat down and ate a little bit of my food. It got closer to three, so my mom left to take my dad to work. So, I went upstairs. I knew something was going to ruin my day. When I got upstairs, my brother's tv was extremely loud. To help you understand how loud it was, just know, I love loud noises. Like music, movies, anything. But he had it SO fucking loud that we all could hear it through the whole house, I hate it. So, I walked up to him, asked him to turn it down. "What?" he said. I repeated myself. Then again, "What?". So I repeated myself again. Then, he pauses it. "What?!" he says yet again. Then I repeat myself one more time. "No!" He yells. So, I'm already frustrated, so when I find out I just wasted my breathe, he plays the movie. The sound waves vibrate my body. And since of course it's an action movie, the loudest sounds are like the bass. BOOM! Body Vibrates. BOOM! CRASH! BOOM! BOOM! MOTHER FUCKING BOOM! So I slam his door. And I don't know if I have anger issues or not, but I started pacing, saying "I hate this! I hate this!" Then all the anger explodes out of me with one punch to my bedroom wall, hard. It luckily didn't make a hole, but it did leave a dent. So here I am. Pissed off, with sore knuckles, a dent in my wall, and a heart beat that won't slow down. And don't forget the loud crashes and booms. I hate it here. I hate my brother. I hold NO respect for him, at all. At times like this, I wish I died that night.

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