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I'm the middle child in a family of 5 and it friggin sucks. My sister's a little brat who tells onme and my brother for every little thing we do. And my brother is a teenager with EXTREME mood swings. Sometimes he's cool, sometimes you want to kill him.

There's always stress with my family, constant negative vibes from my brother because I guess somehow I inavertantly ruined his life. He's always saying stuff like "I hate you", or "I want to kill you", or "Please let me stab him" or "I want to hurt him...badly...". He's completely psycho to top that. He's big too, like 250 pounds, and he's 16! which totally defies physics in that he can run...fast...; He'll set up situations of stress too, he'll tap a can incessively or turn the TV up to max volume just to get me to say "Stop it", or "Turn it down", which gives him the opportunity to scream at me, "Don't tell me what to do!!!".

He acts as if he's a god among ants too, he doesn't show anyone respect yet demands twice as much as he deserves. He's always right and we're always wrong, that's how it works. He's allowed to tell us what to do, but we're not allowed to tell him what to do. He's allowed to disrespect us and call us names, but we can't do the same. That's how he thinks.

My little sister isn't any better either, she invades my privacy and is a narc on top of that. She is always barging into my rom and won't leave but as soon as I walk into her room, ohh....it's a whole different story, there's screaming and hitting. That's how little girls are though, all little cry babies who feel the need to tell on people for every little thing.

With her, it's also all the crying. For example, she'll start hitting me in the back for no reason, so I'll be calm about it for a minute and say, "If you don't stop, I'm going to thrwo this baseball at your chest.", with a baseball in hand. It resumes...I repeat it again before I give her a play-by-play of how it's gonna work, "Okay, you're gonna be stupid and continue to hit me, so I'm gonna turn around and throw this baseball at you, you're going to cry and tell on me, and I'm going to look like the bad guy."

Sure enough, she continues...*WHAM!* right in the chest, she starts balling her eyes out and all I can say is, "I told you so."

gah....I hate being in the middle stressed ...