This is it. I'm done. Trying to be your friend. Trying to be your brother. I'm done with all of it. I tried to help. I tried to be there for you. I tried to justify everything you've ever done to hurt anyone. I've been misguidedly batting in your corner for too long, Bob. I've defended you for too long from people. Stand on your own or fall on your face. I'm not going to help you up. You've got a lot of making up to do to even come out of the negative end of my respect spectrum. For now. You are not my brother. You are not a friend. You are in the same category as my father now, sunshine. Making your way through life on a path of broken hearts and feeble promises left unkept. Good luck getting out. I didn't want to see that happen to you. I was hoping you were better than that. Guess I was wrong. Forewarning. I haven't spoken a word to my father in almost four years. Welcome to the silence, kiddo. Hope it drives you to the point where you regret what you've done.
Rayvenica · Sat Apr 10, 2010 @ 11:22pm · 0 Comments |