You seem to hide yourself behind the logic that is so near and dear to you, it seems as though
you forget that you are human. That you have emotions and sicknesses that you cannot number your way through. Things you need to deal with that cannot be solved, or combatted with cold, systematic, routine.
you say, youre okay. And so do i...even though we both do it for different reasons...we both lie. and brother, you can be a terrible liar. i may be younger than you, but there are things i have mastered. and there are things you know, that could fill encyclopedias, but you do not take pride in? you do not realize how different i would be..with out you. you, who says that you are not an angel? but who am i, who are you, to say that you are a bad person?
Why are you giving your life away? Why have you thrown yourself so deeply into needle sin and pill powder? That your mother is worried for your life, while your sister has to write about you because youve gone missing? That you could be dead in someones house, on the cold floor, in the unforgiving weather you always have hated? Why. When did you stop caring...
brothers...i love you, but it may be time for me to go...you have all left me...and now, it's my turn