Love and caring? I think you know neither….
You may notice I have trouble organizing my thoughts, thanks public school :/.
I don’t claim to be the most loving person, or the most caring person, I try to ignore my feelings and crush them, I’ve come to realize that I most likely have depression(I have yet to seek help, so it’s just me self diagnosing at this point, but it’s somewhere in the ballpark of depression), probably have been since the first year or two of high school. I don’t recall being aware of the depression back then, but I do remember being very angry, filled with rage would probably be a more accurate description really. But back to my original point, I hate my little brother, I don’t mean that in an over exaggerating, I literally hate him, he’s a was of resources, time, effort, even the molecules, and the atoms that make up those molecules are absolutely wasted. You’re probably wondering why do I hate him? He has been abusing our mother’s good nature and belief that no one is evil since he was 4 or 5? He’s horribly racist/classist against pretty much everyone that’s not the same color or sad economic tier that he resides in. He treats our mother like a slave, and the list goes on, if murder wasn’t illegal someone would have killed him by now.
Yet, I care more about him than our mother does, and for those that are thinking that you can’t care for someone and hate them, or love them and can’t hate them, you can, I don’t know if its an inability on your part, you live in a happy rainbow farting unicorn marshmallow world, or I’m just going nuts.
Post this o clear my post cache, unfinished, unorganized.
