“Dear Diary,
Life is so unfair!
When that stupid butt-face Chris hurt his hand while playing with his blocks or doing some other baby thing, daddy made sure that he gave me a lot of minutes. He didn’t believe me when I told him over and over how I should be the starting point guard but at least I got to play a lot. I was so happy every time I made a shot and he was over there clapping and smiling, it made me feel big and proud inside.
Now Chris’ hand doesn’t hurt anymore so all my minutes went away. Whenever I think about how I can never ever ever be daddy’s favorite it makes me cry and I have to go hide somewhere so my teammates don’t make fun of me. I don’t get why daddy won’t just bench Chris for being a big old baby. My friend Paul Pierce doesn’t get any minutes because he’s old according to daddy so why can’t Chris just sit next to Paul all game?
I told daddy that I’m ready to be the leader of the team but he said I’m not mature enough. That was a mean thing to say to me and it made me sad. I know how mature I am. I’m way more maturer than Chris who spends all day pooping in his baby diapers. Today I’m going to do daddy’s taxes for him and organize his shoe closet so he can see how mature and responsible I am. Sometimes when I move his important stuff around he yells at me.
Thanks for not yelling at me, Diary.
-Austin”