I fucking hate my autistic brother.
I despise him. If he all of a sudden disappeared I would not care at all. He has never liked me. Even when I would try when we were younger, he'd turn into some screaming, rampaging, dick. He is favorite from my parents because he's autistic. Maybe it's middle child syndrome, but between him and my sister, I feel left out. I really wanted a somewhat brotherly relationship but I guess not. He's 17 and my parents guide him through life. They're paying his drivers training, encouraging him to continue buying transformers (he's 17, been addicted since he was fucking 5), went so far as to give him my old room do he could have more space for transformers that he hoards.
I had to argue with him and my parents about how even though my computer was in my room, that doesn't mean he keeps it.
Anything he does outshines me. I get all A's and B's, he gets d's; and they congratulate him/take him out because he ISN'T FAILING. I get a pat on the back from my dad; who I feel is the only somewhat sane person. My connection with my mom is shit because she accuses me of saying she's a bad mom whenever I say she favorites my brother.
I know so much about him. He likes child porn, he tries to search up creepy bdsm kid shit on google. I know because the only time he fucking talks to me is when he wants me to fix his old WinXP computer or his cracked and crusty samsung. He doesn't use incog.
He's sitting next to me now, picking his nose while I type this.
I fucking hate him. I wouldn't wish death on him, but I wish we were better strangers.
Edit/Addition(?): Uhh could I just wait till college (like 3 years) and then kind of just drop everything about him at the door?
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