Dear Brother,
You can think it I'm a slut and call me it over-and-over, it doesn't mean anything. Not since I just kissed them, nothing more but you'd rather believe your so-called-friends over me. I'm sorry you're apparently so miserable that you have to try and make me feel like shit.
Maybe when you can finally grow-up (and yes, you actually have to do this sometime in your life) and act like you're in your twenties and not like some 16 year old who thinks he's some bad ass, you'll realize why I don't like you. Maybe you'll even feel bad about it. But the sad thing is, I don't think you will.
If you did more than play video games all day, mess around on your computer and get trashed every weekend and put those people that are the captain's of douche bags, your friends, before every single person in this family, you'll understand what you lost. Or maybe if you weren't such a condescending prick with your head shoved so far up your own ass that you need a glass stomach, you might understand.
I used to wonder, before we finally moved out here, if you knew how much I missed you or if getting a phone call from you would make me happy. I wondered if you knew all that. I don't think you do but right now, after everything Megan put you, put us, through and how she treated us, how you still treat me like I'm some toddler who needs her hand held crossing the street, I don't care if you know.
You wonder why. You ask me why. Well, after what you said tonight and not seeing anything wrong with it, it's finally crystal clear to me.
You can tell your friends when your both drunk "you should tap that" when you talk about me. Turn around and call me slut even though I didn't do anything. Act like my job means nothing compared to your lack of. Talk down to me like I'm less than you. Put me through hell because I worried about you when you were beyond trashed and act like it's a bad thing.
And I can be blamed too. I didn't do this, I didn't do that, I know. But it ends here. I'm can only be nice and mum for so long. I don't get pissed enough, I don't speak my mind enough. I don't do anything enough and it's because your my brother. I wouldn't even treat you the way you treat me, without a second thought. I didn't do anything because we're family and for some reason, I always thought you never treated family like you treat me.
I'm not going out of my way but you're not doing this shit to me anymore and making me feel bad.
Maybe one day, if you decide you want to join this real world, you'll realized you lost your sister one day.
But I doubt that means anything to you. Family never has meant much to you, anyway.
Signed, Saturday, March 7th, 2009
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