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