Throughout all of this I’m surprised how neglectful my brothers have been, too. Though, I wish I had just been able to interact with them more. Too risky, though? Stupid? Not ocmpatible? Maybe we’re not the type to talk or do things. Different people.

Some gaps though… we are missing something in our relationships. And I don’t know what.

They try so hard and I don’t understand any of it. They don’t understand me, I think, is the problem.

Sigh…

I have to act so responsible and normal when I’m in so much pain and it’s like, why. Who taught me this.

The young ones say no just be yourself we’ll joke around.
Then they’re wrong, catastrophically, because I’m older and know they are.

So it’s fuck fuck fucked fuckec fuek.

We all fucked.
Wow.

Huanity.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s