Dear Nobody™,

I'm genuinely so grateful for my brother because if i didn't have him i'd feel so lonely in this fucked up family. like its so good to know someone else at least partially experienced/witnessed the same things i did as a child and agrees that it was fucked up. I definitely got the worst of it from my mom but just talking about it with my brother and him being like "yeah that was really tough back then" is a blessing even if we're not super close. He's not really my friend but he's like my comrade in war, we don't talk very much and we're not close the way some other siblings are but i do feel like we have a good connection and like this unspoken bond that i'm honestly pretty grateful for