He didn't make the basketball cuts and that seems to be more important than the cuts i have on my arms and legs...

I say one thing and get yelled at for "making it about me"...

"I'm talking to your brother about HIS ****** day"

But you never seemed to care about all the ****** days i had.

The first thing you asked him was is he okay and did he need to talk about it at all.

All they asked me was how stupid could a single one person be...