i don’t know how my brother lives with himself. he never went to go see our mom when she was still alive in the hospital. i think he went to see her once but i could be mistaken with that.

when ever she used to call us, he never really wanted to talk to her. i don’t know why.

he took her for granted. i wonder how he lives with himself. i don’t think he even tried to look at her at the wake.  i did catch him crying once though. but it’s so real. i wonder how much he even cares.

apparently he spends all his money on alcohol now. i thought he was being a smartass. but i wouldnt doubt it…

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