This is a picture of my brother and I, I know it’s not quality but I’d like to share something that bothers me so much. The other day, I had permission to go in his room to use his laptop, and I needed a pen, so I opened his drawer. I came a across 4 different journals. The first two didn’t worry me to much, but the third one was his diary, where I read a lot more than I should of. And the last one was filled with suicide letters. Yeah, sure, he put me through a lot growing up, but he went through much more than he should of. I mean, he was mean, but I look up to him, I love him. When he was a kid, my sister was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder. He was deprived of a lot of attention that kids need. So he never really felt complete, or even loved. He got bullied for being a ginger, and for being ugly. I don’t find him ugly. He’s a great person one on one.He’s been really nice to me, and he never really had a girlfriend, he always got his heart broken. his letters we’re basically saying that he’s a failure because that “first fucking buzz” and all the alcohol and drugs, the fact that he can’t get a job. my parents are really hard on him, too. No one really knows how he feels but me. He thinks no one cares and maybe if this gets enough notes to show you guys care, I might show him and tell him that all these people would care if he’s gone. It would mean a lot to me.