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So my fake Facebook identity. I discovered that on my brother’s girlfriend’s timeline there was hate stuff about my brother. My brother is on Twitter but he’s not on Facebook. Well he was, but he got bullied so he came off it. The hate stuff was not from her, but from her friends. They were bitching about him. Like he’s always well turned out. He likes clothes. He dresses well. He’s not exactly metro, but he’s getting there. So this girl is like, He’s so faggy, he makes me sick. And another time, Why u going out with that faggot? And another time, Does he take pipe? Like I don’t even know what take pipe means but I think I do. I wrote back on the wall: Bitches you should mind your own business stuff ur hate messages up ur arses. I got unfriended so fast. And blocked. And that was the end of the surveillance of my brother’s girlfriend. But I found out about the girl who was doing the hate message stuff. She was some kind of a third cousin of my friend Serena. I’ve met some of Serena’s family and every single one of them is a religious creeper. Like once Serena and me turned up at a cousins’s house at tea-time and they were all kneeling down saying the rosary except for the grandmother or maybe the great-grandmother idk and it was just so weird. Like seriously creepy. I don’t know about this girl, but Serena told me she was a bitch. She was doing Dental. Serena said she should have been doing Mental. It’s hard to know if you can trust Serena on anything. But for a long time I was plotting some kind of retribution except I didn’t know what. Nobody does that to my brother.
My brother is in Uni doing Elec Eng. Elec is short for electronic not electric. His mates Tosser Kennedy and John Brown are doing Civil. They make some kind of a team, probably the losing team. A team of hopeless cases. Going by their stories they spend most their time in Keniry’s pub worrying about where they can get the notes for the last lecture or whether the lecturer cba to put them online. I’m not looking forward to the day my dad finds out he’s doing Elec. My dad thinks he’s doing Real Eng, like he’ll be building houses that my dad will own.
My dad doesn’t talk to my brother. For example, he can’t stand to be in the same room as him except to eat. This is like the most dangerous thing in the world to me. Like building your house on a volcano idk. It’s going to be terrible.