This dude is pretty chill most of the time, but that's the best I'll ever get out of him. From constantly singing TADC songs to talking so negative about me even when I'm at my lowest, if he ever gets to middle school and starts treating me like dog water, just like how I kind of treat some people in real life, I might have to reroll bloodlines.
This dude couldn't find his phone anywhere, so when my mother found his phone on his bed, he got in trouble. Then later on, he taps me on the shoulder, and asks me why I haven't told him that his phone was on the bed. I did know where his phone is, but even then, it's your phone. It's your responsibility to look after it, not mine.
Then after he got in trouble, he now asks me if he can play on my phone while my mother is gone. Every time I say no, he just keeps on going. Every time I explain to him, he still keeps on going. Even when I try to ignore him, he STILL keeps on going, brain is shut off while his mouth is running like a car engine, talking about how a 9-year-old is somehow smarter than a highschooler.
I still remember that one time I thought I found love in middle school. Turns out, he was, and is, a righteous transgender man. My mother told me about that, and I was in tears. I went to bed, and when my brother asked me what she was talking about to me, I told him to leave me alone, because I clearly was sad. He wanted to start something, bringing me down again, trying to get me more sad, adding more fuel to the fire, adding salt to the wound. I could punch him if I could, but I'd get in trouble, knowing very well if he did the same thing to his friends or even my mother that I love with all of my heart, he'd definitely get in trouble for it. One punch is all I need for all the things he did to me, and he might be a changed man the way i'm going to feed him a Knuckle Sandwich with Haymaker sauce and payback seasoning.
