That bitch won't stop spitting

I am literally shaking as I type this, because of how much anger is bottled up inside of me at this very moment.

Every fucking day, I have to hear him spit LOUDLY at least 10 times. He fills his mouth with water from the sink and just spits it on the carpet, the floors, and the furniture. If I'm walking, I'll sometimes nearly slip because of his spit all over the floors.

After I hang out with friends at their place and come back home, I cry because of how lucky they are. Their houses are pristine, with no spit or faeces on the floor. There's no noise of screaming or spitting. The atmosphere in their homes is so peaceful. I wish I had that. Well, I used to, before my extremely selfish parents decided to pop out my autistic brother.

It doesn't help that my dumb bitch of a mother always takes his side, calling me 'violent' or 'abusive' if I ever shout at him to shut up.

I swear on my life, if one of those normal people with normal siblings, that give us fake sympathy regarding my brother, were to spend even an hour with him, they'd become demented. So fucking unlucky how they get to live normal lives and I don't. They didn't do shit to deserve those lives.

It's a MIRACLE how I haven't jumped off a cliff because of what I go through on a daily basis. PTSD is a bitch.