Before my brother died our relationship wasn't too great. Our relationship consisted on him, my big brother, coming to where I was at to annoy the hell out of me, steal my things, make fun of me, and then I used to be angry and I would ask him to leave me alone. We never talked about anything in particular, either we watched movies and laugh or he woud yell at me that Im not doing anything with my life. And he was/ is entirely correct. Ever since my dad died I've done nothing with my life...

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