i hate my bro..
always think he's the 1 who needs other ppl's pity..
always think he is correct in everythin..
always tries to exploits what he can from me..
always criticizes me whenever he gt the chance..
always think he's better than me in everythin..
juz bcoz he knows hw to entertain u all..
so u al think im the 1 who's always bullyin him..
juz bcoz he always acts lik a lamb in front of u all..
so u al think im the 1 being the lion..
WRONG!!!
every holidays..i've to suffer stayin at home alone with him..
n c him plays the comp from 7am til 7pm..
he can enjoys abt 12 to 14hrs of play time..
n i've to sit thr with nothin to do..
n watch him until mom comes back..
then he'll tel mom:"i juz open the comp.."
so "naive"..
yea..n u al think im bullyin him..
in front of u al..he's lik a dumb lamb..
so "quiet" so "harmless" so "kind"..
he can buy so much present for weisian..
n u al think he's the "bez" guy in this world..
yea..n would u al lik to pay my house a surprise visit..
n listen to hw he yell at my mom n dad when he's angry..
no manners..
n u al think he's a "quiet" n "harmless" lamb..
n do me a favour to ask him..what he gimme for my bday..
nothin..
such a good mask he's wearin..
n such lucky tht he gt u al fall in his trap..
always think he knows everythin n thinks he's better than me in everythin..
well..ask him who taught him hw to play table tennis..
everytime when he asked me abt the solution of some maths ques..
i'd ans him..
bt when im the 1 who's askin him..
he'd pretend as if he's bz with smt..
n i need to beg him..please him..do whatever he want..
juz to gt a solution..
n u al consider tht as "kind"..
bt im sure..
u al will think im juz crappin some nonsense..
coz a good liar doesnt need to lie anymore in his life..
as the ppl who's fall for his trap wil bcome his supporters..
成功的骗子, 不必再以说谎求生. 因为被骗的人, 全成为他的拥护者.
at least i learn smt..
i know who's his "fans"..
i know who i shld b aware of..
i know who's damn stupid to fall for the trap..
我知道..
被隐藏的事实, 总有一天会被揭露.
但在被揭露之前, 不知还需付出多少可怕的代价.
但我愿意等待.
等待他自拆面具的那一天.
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