phonephonephonephonephone.

i'm not a bad person. i just feel like i could be doing other things. like cleaning my room. or watching tv. or rereading harrypotter. or eating. but i'm not. i'm not doing anything. and even then i won't call you. and i'm sorry. i just can't afford to keep getting in trouble.


eh. hell with it. pick up your phone.

pink.

i like that everyone's posting stuff today.
well, yesterday.
i don't sleep before 2 anymore.
but waking up late, i don't like.
we didn't have fireworks this year. even though i had it all planned out how we'd do them. i'd give everyone a cookie that i made from scratch and then start up the fireworks. that's a lie. i'd get ibrahim to start up the fire works. i am not getting that close to them.
but instead i opened the cookie box and the kids came running. and my cookies were gone in less than 5 minutes. they were good though. i stashed 3 for myself.
we played spoons. it was ironic. b/c we all were grabbing the spoons. but no one wanted the bigger one.
I'M A MIME.
listen to monster by lady gaga. and just remember. that all monsters do is eat organs.
oh and don't get pregnant and try to kill your baby by hitting it in lines at seaworld. old people behind you will not approve.
you momma's so ugly she made obama lose hope.
idk what i'm saying.
it's dark in my room.
the highlight of the day: i changed my bed sheets.
the highlight of my night: i killed your dog and i put it on the barbecue but these things just happen oh yes they just happen and after i put him on the barbecue i
my life is exciting.
i want to go shopping.
my butt's sore.
i really like the color yellow.

goodnight.

i love my brother.

"That's really cool that you're going to sd.
Yeahhh
And you're dorming?
Yup
What do you think about that Ibrahim?
Him: ahaha oh I'm happy.

I've spent so many essays, stories, laughs on him and he's happy I'm leaving? Being happy for me is one thing. But being happy that I'm dorming? Jerk.

I need him. He understands. He's shallow
Careless
Stupid
Annoying
Violent
Narsisistic
Funny
Beautiful.

I hate his mood swings. And that he doesn't trust me as much as I trust him. And that he takes my things. And that he gets more freedom than I do. And that he can never tell a full story properly. And that he has the power to hurt me in ways that no one else possibly could.

I take his insults more seriously. I trust his fashion sense. I listen to his jokes and laugh. I ask for his opinions. I interrupt his pointless stories.

People have asked us if we were twins before and I've always said no while giving them weird looks. But I see what they saw now. Ibrahim and I are twins.

So when he told Ahmed that he was happy that I was moving out, I could've ignored it. But this wasn't the first time he's said this. Here I'm thinking that I'm gonna miss him too much. And he's happy that I'm leaving. Happy that he won't have someone prying into his life. Happy that he won't have someone constantly trying to protect him. He needs time to miss me. Time to appreciate me.

But he does. I know it. He has to.

It's weird that he can make me smile by simply pinching my hand. But I love him. More than you could possibly understand.