crazy shite.

today was not one of the usual sibling quarrels between me and my younger brother. tempers flaired and i fucking whacked him hard. i let my arms flew across his body and straight away after that, for five straight minutes, we exchanged curses. fuck this, fuck that. cheebye this, cheebye that. bloody hell this, bloody hell that.

i can't stand him. calculative over petty, trivial things that really should be bygones, he initiated the squabble. and if you're thinking i'm bullying him, think again. he's in sec 2 next year, a rugby player, fucking huge, rugby built and fucking tall with at least 8cm over me. i can't believe i took him out. and for the first time in many, many years, he teared and cried.

what have i done?

temper, temper. i should really watch my temper.