  I am Catholic and I'm pretty religious and I know it is wrong to say this but I have never in my life felt so much hatred towards one person; Michael my brother.
I hate him, and I know hate is a strong word but I have strong feelings. As soon as I move out and get married and have kids I am never letting that disrespectful a** hole in my house and I'm not exposing my children to that because I feel like if I have to deal with him 4 another day I'll go off the deep end. But he is not coming into my house and my family is NOT going to have to deal with him. I really don't know who he thinks he is but all I can say is if he keeps up these habits he has now his black soul will burn in the flaming underworld.
I know that it is a terrible thing to say but he doesn't care about anyone or anything least night Lauren was over and he decided he could use my computer when we were in the middle of homework because he needed something so his gay pothead friends Keith can come with us on our Florida vacation. Which is bull s*** because my dad already said no personally I don't thin Michael should even be able to go with us cuz quite frankly he doesn't deserve it!
And we took one of his friends w/ us 2 years ago and my dad told him no but I'll bet you that if my dad continues saying no that Keith, the pothead, will fly down and Mike will be like oh he's gonna stay with us! And everything about him makes me want to do something that really scares me sometime I want to see him suffer ok who am kidding I want to see him suffer all the time and that makes me sick because I don't want to hate my brother but he leaves me with no choice. 
