Ugh.
...there are few things more uncomfortable than having an evening (which was, and I guess still is pretty good on my part...) sort of... crushed on by the fact that my brother is in the next room over and breaking up with his girlfriend of, fuck, almost three years?
And crying. And I... can't say anything. My door is shut, his door is shut, and I can still hear it all clearly and it sucks. I'd turn my music way up but I don't want him knowing that I've heard even as much as I have. That sort of thing is--private. He'd die if I admitted to hearing it.
If most of my clothes weren't being washed right now, I'd be fleeing the house. As it is I'm in a tank top and pj pants that have... little penguins in Christmas hats on them. I don't want to hear this. I feel crappy for him and I, maybe it's selfish, but I don't want my evening ruined through osmosis from the sibling I barely talk to.
And I feel terrible that there's nothing I can do to help.
*sighs and frets*
And crying. And I... can't say anything. My door is shut, his door is shut, and I can still hear it all clearly and it sucks. I'd turn my music way up but I don't want him knowing that I've heard even as much as I have. That sort of thing is--private. He'd die if I admitted to hearing it.
If most of my clothes weren't being washed right now, I'd be fleeing the house. As it is I'm in a tank top and pj pants that have... little penguins in Christmas hats on them. I don't want to hear this. I feel crappy for him and I, maybe it's selfish, but I don't want my evening ruined through osmosis from the sibling I barely talk to.
And I feel terrible that there's nothing I can do to help.
*sighs and frets*