I’m ill mother fucker, not sick.
— Lil Wayne
Brother
I literally love my brother a lot! Just came home to him sitting on the sofa, watching telly with a quilt. He’s a cutie… I joined him and had a lovely chat as always. We’re so close and I’m so glad.
Protection
I have that feeling where someone seems to have punched me in the stomach. When you find out someone closest to you is attached to the one you tried protected them from for so long when they got hurt before and you were there to pick up the pieces. You start being slummed off for them and see it getting worse for the final fall that will eventually break them worse than before. They aren’t the same, they’ve lost who they are wrapped up in this fantasy. Just hurting the ones who are there, always. I’m done being second best.
