Hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate,hate.
I really do hate today. And i really mean it. I mean what does he know. He thinks i hate him. That's to big a word. I just dislike him. He get's all the attention he needs, and i'm also responsible for everything he do at home. Mom always compares me to him. (Ooh... Why can't u be lyk him? Why can't you do maths lyk he can? Why?Why?) When will this all end. (Why can't u be more like him?)It sucks whenever they says that. It hurts me but does he ever know that. Well he thinks no one likes him in the family. But what he dosen't know is that mom and dad talk more bout him. Mom gives him more attention always asking me to be like him. Whenever you say something to mom,she laugh, even though it is not at all funny but when i say something funny, she won't even laugh at all, she'll never even look at me.That is always irritating. Really, I mean it. You always ask me to lie. When i don't want to do what you want me to do, you get violent and blame everything on me. When will you ever open your eyes or even realize that people give you much more attention then others. So really what do you actually know. NOTHING that's it Nothing at all actually. So wake up and open your eyes.
Rawr I'm Shakilah. People call me Shak. I turn a year older on 14 May. I am covered in FRECKLES. I love SWEETS they are like my small little version of happiness. I love to act but I'm just a little good at it.