you know what? sometimes, shit ISNT my fault and its about time you took some responsibility. stop blaming me for everything that goes wrong in your little world. you blame me for everything, the bread going moldy, there not being and towels in the bathroom, your car being a piece of crap, you're relationships all fucking up, you having a shit job, your friends being pricks... how is it my fault?
why do you insist on waiting til i'm in a really good mood then dragging me straight back down? you should know what i'm going through, you've known me your entire life. you can never just let me be happy, there's always some reason for you to bitch at me or generally annoy me. i'd hit you but i cant, i'd kick you out of the house, but i cant. the nights when you're not here are the only nights i can truly enjoy myself. its not right
no love,
your brother
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