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witchscauldronBefore today, I hadn't spoken to my brother Greg in at least 6 months, probably not since last Christmas. All I remember then was he was distant and rather rude, and I was more than annoyed at him. But he's my brother. He's Mr. Guacamole Bush. I still wish I knew what he was doing most days. I know he's not talking to my parents, either - they always ask me how he is, if I talk to him. I wish I could answer them sometimes.
Greg was online MSN today. I didn't think before today to try his hotmail account on the messenger. Duh. He's getting the same kinds of headaches I get, which sucks for him. I wouldn't wish migraines on any sentient being. Mom says he's losing weight and looks sick, but he wasn't online long enough for me to ask. Homework. Says he can't find a job anywhere. I would guess that, along the lines of my own head torture, his are caused greatly by stress. Sucks.
I miss my little brother. I know he's not particularily little anymore, and he's gotta figure life out for himself (rather like the rest of us), but it doesn't mean I don't miss when I was a person in his life. I miss sitting with his dumbass friends, watching them laugh at me trying to play JetMoto or Super Mario Kart. I miss being a part of his life, I guess, mostly because he closed the door on me...because I left.
It's hard growing up. It's even harder when you grow apart. I hope he takes care of himself.
-M.
Greg was online MSN today. I didn't think before today to try his hotmail account on the messenger. Duh. He's getting the same kinds of headaches I get, which sucks for him. I wouldn't wish migraines on any sentient being. Mom says he's losing weight and looks sick, but he wasn't online long enough for me to ask. Homework. Says he can't find a job anywhere. I would guess that, along the lines of my own head torture, his are caused greatly by stress. Sucks.
I miss my little brother. I know he's not particularily little anymore, and he's gotta figure life out for himself (rather like the rest of us), but it doesn't mean I don't miss when I was a person in his life. I miss sitting with his dumbass friends, watching them laugh at me trying to play JetMoto or Super Mario Kart. I miss being a part of his life, I guess, mostly because he closed the door on me...because I left.
It's hard growing up. It's even harder when you grow apart. I hope he takes care of himself.
-M.
