Ummm...lots of darkness, Bri (and I know darkness).
My two cents, on selected items only and in no particular order of importance (and I know nothing).
Your brother is in diapers and will never get out of them if you don't make him (for you're the only one who can, or will); so you needa stop changing the shitty ones...that's a part of sibling love, too, after all.
Get financial aid, take loans, whatever, and get your little ass to school (for you're too smart and have too much upstairs to fuck around at McDonald's, Starbucks and Waffle House for more than a summer at a time); and make that school at least 4 hours from the jacked up, dysfuntional, codependent place you haven't a choice but to call home (for it will also be good for the people you leave, temporarily, behind).
Whoever thinks you are a fuckup matters not one whit (and I know about what other people think of me) and the sooner you learn and accept that, revel in it, the better off you will be (read Atlas Shrugged, matter of fact).
The weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; The weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight (and I know some bits and pieces of anorexia/bulimia). Throw out the scale and its battery, and don't weight yourself for a fucking year (and I know that will never happen, maybe), also, throw away or give away any full sized mirrors; then eat what you want, when you want, especially fruit and vegetables, and drink more water than you ever, ever, ever thought you could.
Horniness always returns, luckily.
And I hope I'm not the guy on the list that dicked off (though I recognize that I could be); but if I am, well, then I am.
It's funny, Mark. "the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight" I've had some voice say that in my head many a times. Not so much now but... it's there.
I should look at schools and I should look at new living arrangements nd loans and aids and all that but I... Responsibility is the 4 letter word.
You aren't the one who decided to be a prick. In fact, the only thing you two have in common is the meaning of your SN. Him... HA. I'd tell him to bite me but he'd enjoy it and try to convince me I do as well.
My two cents, on selected items only and in no particular order of importance (and I know nothing).
Your brother is in diapers and will never get out of them if you don't make him (for you're the only one who can, or will); so you needa stop changing the shitty ones...that's a part of sibling love, too, after all.
Get financial aid, take loans, whatever, and get your little ass to school (for you're too smart and have too much upstairs to fuck around at McDonald's, Starbucks and Waffle House for more than a summer at a time); and make that school at least 4 hours from the jacked up, dysfuntional, codependent place you haven't a choice but to call home (for it will also be good for the people you leave, temporarily, behind).
Whoever thinks you are a fuckup matters not one whit (and I know about what other people think of me) and the sooner you learn and accept that, revel in it, the better off you will be (read Atlas Shrugged, matter of fact).
The weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; The weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight; the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight (and I know some bits and pieces of anorexia/bulimia). Throw out the scale and its battery, and don't weight yourself for a fucking year (and I know that will never happen, maybe), also, throw away or give away any full sized mirrors; then eat what you want, when you want, especially fruit and vegetables, and drink more water than you ever, ever, ever thought you could.
Horniness always returns, luckily.
And I hope I'm not the guy on the list that dicked off (though I recognize that I could be); but if I am, well, then I am.
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"the weight, the weight, the weight, the fucking weight"
I've had some voice say that in my head many a times.
Not so much now but... it's there.
I should look at schools and I should look at new living arrangements nd loans and aids and all that but I...
Responsibility is the 4 letter word.
You aren't the one who decided to be a prick.
In fact, the only thing you two have in common is the meaning of your SN.
Him... HA.
I'd tell him to bite me but he'd enjoy it and try to convince me I do as well.
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