Today, Doc wanted to talk about my little brother. I don't talk about him much, I don't really think about him either. I've not seen my little brother in about three years, haven't spoken to him for a bit longer. All we ever do is argue, though we've been known to get into fist fights.
I miss the boy he was. I'm not terribly fond of the man that he's become.When he's on his meds, he's not really too bad. Brutus has bipolar disorder and he can go rapid cycle so its hard to keep up with him and damned exhausting.
Now I'm on edge from thinking about him all day. He's not a nice person, or he wasn't. Not sure the type of person he's become now. I'm tired... old, well I feel old. Only 30 and I feel much older. My life has been one gigantic screw up and I get hit with the worst of it.
This is a short post because I want to get thoughts out of my head and then hit the sack. Maybe read for a little bit as the tv drones on about the universe.
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