Thought I'd write out a few thoughts before I tried to sleep..figured maybe it might help the sleeping process go smoother. Anyway.
It's been three years and you're still a leech to me, I wouldn't attest to your death, in fact I'd be a lot happier if you never existed. I wish your mom would've just swallowed you.
Is it bad to say I believe you to be a complete fraud? Talking "shit" about you is the last thing I want to do but, I can't stand the way you've been treating me this past year. I'm about to give up on you completely, if you actually feel the need to contact me of course I'll answer but I'm not going to waste my time trying to continue a friendship that seems based on convenience. I don't trust your judgement anymore, something I used to trust completely. I keep thinking it's because we don't share the same..may I say "interests" in certain things but...really what should that really have to do with anything? I hope you realize what you're doing to me, it hurts a lot.
You're an evil bastard, but I love you, obviously you're my family, it comes unsaid. However if you continue to abuse your body in this way, you're going to end up like your father, I'm too young to lose you yet, financially we'd be fucked either way but that's not what I'm concerned about anyway, we haven't been wealthy in a long time, and that isn't your fault, I understand that. Taking out your anger about your disintegrating health and horrible income on me isn't going to do shit. I dislike my living situation just as much as you do, but I don't put others down because I'm feeling sorry for myself. Get your shit together and think twice before you eat another fucking lard infested food item. Thank you.
Why is it that when you go away I feel as though we don't exist?
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