I came to the conclusion that I’ll see my little brother die one day. He’s pessimistic, resentful, has low consciousness for others or himself, some amounts of sadism, low self awareness, and has no lethargy for social situations, yet he acts fake still in one.
And yes, I’ve tried talking to my parents about this conundrum and myself with him. I guess preaching wisdom, no matter where it comes from must touch your heart first until you begin to accept it, And he didn’t. He has his reasons. I’m not sure what to be exactly, but what I do know is that I shouldn’t even try, for he never accepts my advice. The way it’s presented really does matter, mine didn’t.
Yes, I know I sound like a bad brother, one who cannot even dare to believe in hope. And I agree to some extent.
Yet still, pain lingers every time i begin to fathom what I’ve done. So, dear reader, give me advice, I’m pleading for it.