Words could express how much I miss my brother and having him around, but it’d be a waste because nobody would ever care about our bond. That being said, I cried for the first time in a good long while the other night. Just because I’m hurt from what he’s going through. He deserves a thousand time better. He’s already been through hell, why does he have to go through it again? I’m happy that he’s in the Navy learning his trade and that he enjoys it. But god dammit he fucked up with this girl. He gave her everything and she spat it right back in his fucking face.
I’ll never forgive or forget an ungrateful bitch.
They say you have to have the bad in order to enjoy the good.
Where the fuck is the good?