I hate my fucking brother

I hate fucking my brother with a burning passion. I hate him so much, I hope he fucking dies. I wish he was never born. I hope someone kidnaps him and he will never be seen again. His spoiled ass makes him thinks he owns the world. In reality, he doesn't. He get praises by my family for being "special" because he was born in leap year and the fact he's artist. He gets more money than every sibling of mine and I. He makes art that looks shitty and annoying to deal with. He leaves his shit everywhere, cardboard, scraps, and colored pencils! He's the big reason why our house is a dirty shit hole. And worse of all, roaches love eating cardboard, fortunately, we don't have cockroaches. Asides him. He's a literal nightmare, screaming and fighting with my other siblings. And couple minutes ago, I saw him grabbing a fork to eat pizza rolls, and I told him that he could just eat with his hands because there would be less dishes to wash and eating with your hands is more convenient. But this receding bitchass motherfucker says "Oh? So I can just eat pasta, watermelon, and cereal with my hands???" We literally eat watermelons with our hands, how stupid is he??? We eat fries, burgers, sandwiches, ribs, and etc with our hands. Why is he so brainless??? I swear he needs to put inside of a special ed class. Tho, the pasta and cereal and other food is were you need an untensils.

And I'm just there, dealing with this rotten meat sack that I never wanted. He's the reason why my fame of being the artistic kid in the family is taken away. I watched as my family flocked towards him, thinking that he's the new Leonard Vinci. While I stared endlessly of how stupidly popular he gets in the family. I was there when he was receiving compliments by my mother, I was there when my aunt asked him to make a cardboard fox, I was there when my uncle said that he is better of an artist. And I, an art II student, in fact better than his poorly and ugly creations. I was even invited into a program for those who are talented/gifted for their works. I made thousands of beautifully drawn artwork, pratice with anatomy, composition, vaules, along with prospective and so on. And yet—I never got the recognition.

My family failed to recognized my potential. My existence. My talent. They focused on him only. Just him. The only people who recognize my works were my friends and teacher. Since he took my spotlight, one day, I will rightfully overthrown him. And show him he is just a beginner—and is just seeing what hidden talents I had.

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anonymous Other August 18, 2025 at 2:51 am 0 0