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A few very public meltdowns, and suddenly you’re the poster child for mental instability.
I don’t turn on the light, refusing to acknowledge the mess inside in the hopes that maybe one day it’ll go away. Logically, I know that’s not how these things work, but I’m not in the mood to deal.
Pressing myself into the wall, I try to think of anything else. My parents, the lake outside, my fifth grade social studies project on the Declaration of Independence.
A match made in hell.
“You had your chance to speak, and you didn’t take it. Now it’s my turn. Besides, it shouldn’t matter how I’m here; did you honestly think you’d be able to hide from me forever?” Yes.
Our experiences are meant to mold, not define us.”
You have scars, but they don’t have you
My broody, angry-at-the-world, too-serious-for-his-own-good brother
