Oliver ate unnie's birthday present.
I shouted at him. I already told him not to eat it.
He was indifferent. He called me a faggot.
I called Dad. We fought.
Oliver said he ate it cos he was hungry.
I stalked off and cried.
Oliver came by. I shot him a glare, and he ran back to his room.

He would never react this way. Normally he would smirk or snigger at me.

I tried calling people to watch a movie with me.
At least it would make me feel better.
No one could make it, so I decided not to watch.

I calmed down, and thought through things.
If he was hungry, I would give it to him.
I get all soft hearted when I hear this kinda things. Like him being hungry.
To even think of how I shouted at him when he only ate it cos he was hungry makes me guilty.
Very.


I wished, I just gave it to him in the first place. I'm the only one he really turns too, afterall.