I chose to sit in the front yard yesterday to waste time. The faggot across the street came outside to play basketball. I was sitting there listening to music. For some reason, he runs away from his drive way, into the middle of the street and trips and rolls around crying and complaining about how much it hurts. I laughed for a second. He's like 11, 12 or something. I'm the only one out there. I try to ignore it. He gets up like he's hurt and walks around slowly to see if he's okay. Oh my fucking... -.- If I ever fell, I'd get up and sit down if it was bad. Especially not barrel roll in the street in front of someone. I think he was trying to get me to notice his COOL basketball moves. Fucking queer.
Umm, my counselor tells me people bond with their brothers. I never knew that. I thought it was just like, "Keep the fuck away from me, you jit." He's telling me stuff so corny and unrealistic, it's so fucking not true. Jews and their imaginations run wild.