Well, There Goes My Pleasant Evening
My brother always knows how to make me feel like shit, even if I'm trying to do something good. I wonder if all brothers have that tendency, or if I'm just particularly blessed?
The trouble is, it's a vicious cycle. The more he complains about me not calling/coming home, the less I want to call/come home, because who wants to voluntarily feel like shit all the time?
The trouble is, it's a vicious cycle. The more he complains about me not calling/coming home, the less I want to call/come home, because who wants to voluntarily feel like shit all the time?