NOTICE: For simplicity's sake, I will call her/him "he."
He's far better than me at drawing and everything artistic, but he says he hates art. And yet he's constantly doing something artistic, works for a t-shirt company, and takes multiple art classes a year.
He gets better grades than me in AP Government, but he never studies while I work my fricken' tail-end off.
He speaks to me with a condescending tone and chastises me whenever I swat a gnat away.
He smacks me on the arm every time I call him "she," "her," or "Jesse."
He freaks out every time I use the word "gay" as a synonym to stupid.
He brings up sex in every conversation.
He said the only reason he's against bestiality is that animals can't give consent. But it they're coming on you and you're all for it, by all means, go ahead.
He said he hates my religion because it makes followers of it ashamed of their bodies, when he's the one that's ashamed of his v****a.
Guess what, Landen.
It's not my fault that you were born with a v****a.
