You finally went home. I don't know how much more I can take of you. Sometimes I seriously find myself wanting to break up with you. I can't stand you coming over before I wake up and leaving after I go to bed. I can't stand that the only time you spend with me, you spend trying to annoy me. I can't stand that you are so selfish. I think it's time. I can't take it anymore. I find myself drinking you out of my mind, drinking away the anger.

This isn't working. You constantly say that you are bored and you blame it on finals but I know the truth - you are bored with me. Don't try to lie. You don't want me and I can tell. The sucky part about this is that you and my dad are such great friends that if we broke up, you'd still be over at my house all fucking day long. I so tired of it. I'm tired of your shit. I tired of you acting like a kid. I'm tired of doing all the work. I want out.

At night when you start staying past midnight, I get so angry. I start thinking of the quickest way I could move out so I can get away from what has formed in my house. I don't want to be a part of it.

It sucks that you are going to london with me in a way. I didn't even want to go to london in the first place, that was your idea. I can't even get away from you by going there. Its sad that I want to get away from you. Why the hell don't you start acting more like a boyfriend than just a boy?

I think I'll have to stay up all night tonight because I can't take another day of you being here. That way I can sleep through the hell. I think in my mind I've already become kind of cold, the way I've gotten with my mom. The relationship is there but the feeling is almost gone. It hurts so I block it out. In my mind I'm shouting "I HATE YOU." I hate that I feel that way. I'm so angry. SO FUCKING ANGRY.

You should stay home. You are killing us.