So there I was, doing nothing but being nice this morning. I walk into the kitchen and Bobby starts screaming at me. I tell him to shut up and leave me alone. He won't shut up so I put my hand over his mouth and he grabbed my wrist and digs his fingernails into my dry skin spot. I got heatrash on Sunday and its dried over now. Well my mom screams at me and tells me to never touch him again and keep my hands to myself. As he's sitting there screaming at me calling me names. So I go into my room and outside the door I hear her telling him how much she loves him and how I'm such a little jerk with an attitude. Ugh.. I can't take this. I just want to be out of this house. I hate Bobby. He's constantly telling me what to do, yelling at me like he's my parent, and saying shit and making faces at me behind my parents' backs. Then I get yelled at because I'm the older one. I hate him. I just wish he NEVER moved in with us. He's so dumb too. He says stuff that's so idiotic, I can't even come up with an example because its so dumb. He thinks he knows what he's talking about, but in fact he's incredible dumb. He tells me that my parents only like him and that they want me to move out. etc etc. I'm sure I'm overreacting, but after awhile it all starts to weigh down on me. Ugh... I just want out.