dear brother,
Apparently you didn't get the memo.
I actually, I don't know, like to see you?
I like seeing my niece so she remembers me.
I like seeing your wife, because she's super cool.
So for my birthweek, you should have been seen.
I mean, I made plans a week ago. And then you
were like, well what about saturday - because you know,
God and Patty's family are clearly more important than me.
Dude, I have homework.
Oh, well *excuses*
You try not to be the bad guy. But you don't get it, you don't
get that I'm used to you disappointing me. And it doesn't hurt
anymore. I don't cry. I don't bitch about it. But it lingers in my brain.
Just lingers.
I just wish, you'd put more effort in to be my brother.
Because I miss you. I honestly do.
And maybe that's what I desperately cling to zelda.
or why i act the way i do.
because maybe part of me is hoping (beggin', pleadin') for your
approval. and more of your fucking time.
i love you, even if you are a disappointing dick at times.
with love,
brittnaw