Today, I went outside with my friend in the morning. We had a wonderful time, they gave me a wonderful gift. My day was perfect. But then again, I had a brother. I HAVE A FUCKING BROTHER. WHY DO I HAVE A BROTHER. COULDN'T I JUST BE BORN AS THE ONLY CHILD?

THAT FUCKING SEXIST ASS BITCH. HE THINKS THAT HE'S SOOOO IMPORTANT. HE THINKS THAT I'M HIS FUCKING MAID OR SOMETHING. I ONLY RETURN HOME SO RARELY BECAUSE I STAY IN DORMITORY. AND IF ISN'T ENOUGH, IT'S LITERALLY MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY. HE JUST GIVES ME COMMANDS, FUCKING STRAIGHT OUT LIES TO MY FACE, AND THEN LEAVES THE HOUSE TO PLAY FOOTBALL WHILE I FUCKING DO CHORES ON MY BIRTHDAY??? I HATE HIM SO MUCH. I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH. AND I HOPE THE WORST FOR HIM. NOT DEATH. THE WORST. FUCK YOU.

SEXIST MEN ARE THE WORST. LITERAL WORST. WHAT DO YOU THINK WE ARE? SOME KIND OF JOKE? SOME KIND OF MAID? SOME KIND OF FUCKING ROBOT?

I HOPE HE SUFFERS. I HOPE ALL OF THEM SUFFERS. EVERY MAN ON THIS FUCKING PLANET WHO SEES WOMEN AS NOTHING BUT A TOOL: FUCK YOU.

I hate that I'm a girl.

Fuck.

Happy fucking birthday, Eli. I couldn't have a good birthday, but I wish you do.