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• Michiko

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• age 3
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

This Is IT!
I swear to god, when my brother dies, I will throw a huge party to celebrate it! I don't give a fuck that he's my brother, if I could I would have him tortured, with me there taunting him. I WONDER why I'm such a geek?! Oh! I know! Ricky does everything in his power to knock me down and make me hate myself. I know for a fact, that if he happens to die sometimes soon, I will be so much happier people will want to shoot me cause of my cheerfulness. Even now he's throwing things at me and mocking me, when I tell him to stop. Smiling with happiness all the way! I wish he would just die and leave me alone! All I want is for him to leave me be! But he can't do that for more then 5 minutes, cause then he gets bored. I don't a WORD that I should "love" him cause he's all I'll have left. Bull shit! The second I become an adult and get the I'll get a restraining order to keep him away from me. Besides, I have Chris and Tessa.
At school he's Mr. Oh-So-Cool, but here he has wasted all his manners there, so he tortures me and treats his family like absolute crap. I wish with all my heart, soul, etc. he would just DIE! Either that, or I sometimes wish I myself would die, just to be put out of my misery. Every other moment of my life is perfectly fine, except when he decides to torture me. He finds it funny to see me cry and hide in the corner of my room, sobbing. When we were little, he'd always hit me with things. Once, when we were three, he hit me with a metal pole, and I had to go to the hospital. The doctors thought it was my mom, and they couldn't believe a three year old would be so vicious. And when we were about 5, he took a metal toy car in his hand and hit me with it. I don't care what any of you think of me, I just want him to die, and die a slow, unimaginably painful death. All through our lives he's tortured me. And when I try to defend myself, he simply throws things harder at me, or hits me.
He makes fun of the fact that I'm slow, how I look, how much I weigh, you know, the usual. And he has all through our lives. When I cry, he laughs, when I sob, he goes into hysterics, when I laugh, he scowls, when I frown, he smirks. I make a innocent mistake, he makes fun of me, and acts like it was something like mid-terms.
I know it isn't like he beats me within an inch of my life or anything, but still... he's my twin brother. We were born at almost the exact same time, we were raised by the same parents, yet he thinks he should rule the world, and I'm his moving target when he's bored. Since we were born, he has tried to be in charge of me, but I was born thinking myself as my own boss. So, we didn't mix well. What's even worse is that I try to be nice to him. If you've ever seen "Look Who's Talking Too", think the seen when some big kid steals Julia's toy, and Mikey grabs it back. Now, imagine me as Mikey, and Ricky as Julia, only the setting is in a preschool. That's the only moment when he was nice to me.

I know I must be annoying you with my "upset" talk, but I just needed to get this off my chest, ya know?

Thanks for listening,
~Chi
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