Stop making me feel so shitty. You make me not want to talk anymore because everytime I say anything you say something to bring me down. You’re my fucking brother you’re not supposed to be this way to me. And you wonder why I stay in my room constantly.

I was cleaning out my clothes today and I found the shirt I made during football for you. It made me cry. I remember how excited I was for you too see it. Those little memories is what tears me apart.