I'm still upset about my brother.

I can't even hold a conversation with him without him getting defensive.

It's almost like I did something so horrifying that we can't even dialogue calmly like adults

But we are both adults

I wonder if I worry too much

Am I a suffocating person to be around?

Is that why people make friends with me but when they see who I really am they leave

This is weird

But this is also a reality I live in.

Sometimes I wish I could sit in a huge library, where I'm able to drink coffee and tea, and read.

At least I can think, if just for a moment, that book characters understand me.

😔