So imma tell you all about this little shithead that lives down the street. So he's always been down the street but i didnt really notice him until my sister and him became friends. I dont remember much, but a few things just stick and they are the key points why i hate him.
 
   So i walked outside to see my sister laying on the curb just relaxing she wasnt hurt. Then a basketball bounced by me, and the kids brother was looking at me. So i picked up the basketball amd we played for a few minuetes. But after he shot and missed we both junped for the ball, i must have jumped to early cuz he caught it(even for his height) and i accidently scratched him. He started crying, and when his brother found out he was pissed he yelled at me talking about how i cant touch his brother especially if it will hurt him. The moron even banned me from ever setting foot on his driveway again. I dont remember exactly why, but i listened and actually did what he wanted.

   Well, thats kinda a lie. Again with his little fucking brother! Anyway, my sister, a few friends, and I were jumping in a trampoline. I think we were wrestling, but i cant remember. In the middle of it his little brother called me a nigger. I have never been so mad. I yelled at him, kicked him in the gut, and slapped him. Im not even the fucking race! And plus alot of my friends are, so i definatly took it offensive!
 
   This one actualy relates to him amd not his brother. But i was walking down the street to tell my sister to come inside and get ready for bed. As i did so i had to jump to the side as he rode his bike past me. I remeber asking why the fuck he tried to run me over. And he said word for word "what? Oh sorry,i dont talk to poor people like you." We live on the same fucking street! Guess i dont talk to morons like him cuz I just ignored him and got my sister.

    He's also called me and my friends many uncalled for names. And i remember we've actually fought, sadly he won. My sister and I both agree hes a moron, but im too weak to fight back and im definatly not putting that weight on my sister.
 
   Now, the only time he ever notices me is when im drawing. He wanted a drawing to hang on his wall. My passion for drawing must have been stronger than my hate cuz i agreed. I drew my very first anime-like boy that was being taken over by a demon or something.

This is it, and i was so proud, i mean for my first boy it was really good. But the next day i wanted to burn it. Apparently he doesnt get the drawings words and the artists' cuz he got the idea that i liked him. I know, its funny isnt it! Keep in mind he's like 8 years old! I van bearally handle a 13 year old known as Henry! 8 is too fucking young!

&$^!, if your reading 🖕fuck you and burn in hell. I wont sugarcoat this... its your fault i hate you, and i can never care for you so any pervy ideas get them out of your head now.
   Im suprised anyone loves you, with your bitchy little attitude tsh must be fake love huh? Well, i could go on yelling at you all fucking day, but you wont read this... your to stupid.

Sorry i dragged you guys into this. I just wanted to rant and yell and he walked by triggering all the memories and hate so here you go. Bye!