6.24.2009

Ramblings at 3 AM.

It is currently 2:50 in the morning and I have spent the last two hours staring at my step brother’s myspace page.

I want to contact him. He’s my fucking brother.

I know that I cannot. All fucking HELL will break loose between my family and his.

We’re not allowed to be aware of each other’s existence.

It’s a rule.

…But I’ve never really been one for rules.

I like to rebel.

It’s in my nature. In my blood.

But would he want me to contact him? Does he think of me as much as I think of him and my two other brothers whom I haven’t seen since the second grade?

Is it even POSSIBLE that the amount that they care is even a FRACTION of the amount I care?

I’m emotionally damaged. My father has made me emotionally damaged.

Blame genetics.

All it would take is one click on the “Message” box.

 

 

I don’t even know what I would say.

2 .commentary from the peanut gallery.:

EURA. said...

Do it.

Keison said...

i hope u contacted him. He's ur brother. Fuck rules