Dear Lodest Brother

i hate you,and all your drama and mind games.i tried to help you.i tried being a brother.and bent over back and gave all i could.when i needed you,you always have an beat your wife,and worse still,your children.i had to raise them.and you can say two words and make them shake like leaves.and you take pride in terrorizing them.if and when you die,hell well bust open,and their will be to devils in hell
ghostofmyself ghostofmyself
Jul 20, 2011