Never going to happen.

You know, I want to reconcile with my brother. I really do. But after what people have been telling me, hell.. He can be that bitch he wants everyone to see him as.

You say I only come back because my friends get tired of me? No. You're just jealous because you have no friends who actually have your back when you need it most. Oh, you have a boyfriend? AND he has a job? Great. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're completely different from everyone else in the world.

The only reason why I came back is because that whore of a mother wanted me home. Oh? What? Surprised? Yeah. Thought so.

Guess what? Dad wanted me home, too. Ooh.. Hurts, doesn't it? Fuck, man. You say you don't care, huh? So why don't you tell our loving parents that you're gay? Oh, right. You're afraid of rejection. What, are you afraid of what your mommy is going to do? Kick you out? Like she did to me?

So what if I'm 18. Is that the end of the world? It's a good thing I left this fucking house. I would've killed that woman by now. Then what? Mommy won't be here anymore. And you're left with dad. Who, for sure, will not be there for you once he finds out about Paolo. This doesn't mean I'm going to tell them.

Not like all the fucking times you told them about my past mistakes.

You're lucky that I still love you and I support you. Okay, you hate me. It hurts to know that you and I can't go back to how we used to be. Other than that, it's whatever. I find it funny that you hate me for such a stupid reason. You really thought I was trying to make people hate you? That's a whole lot of bull, dear brother.

You say you're going to wait for that time when I need to go to you. That's never going to happen either. I'm not giving you that chance to make me feel like no one cares about me. Know why? Because I know a lot of people who care. Because of all the shit you put me through, trust me, I know. Damn. And I still love you. I must really be one stupid person.

Oh, I'm leaving again. Happy? I'm not leaving because of mom or dad, though. They know about my trip. Enjoy the two weeks without me.