I love my brother.
I'm terrible about talking about my problems with my peers. I usually think they won't get it, or they'll think I'm not perfect (or as cool/strong as they currently think). I usually bottle it, which I've been doing.
But Tim's known me, even when I was a really shitty human being. Even my failures and problems now are an improvement from the times my brother has seen. Even my faults are a boon in his eyes, and I can really look at them that way when we talk - which is how it should be.
Love ya, Tim.
Also, gay rights anyone?
Bring your anti-gay rights speaker
- we'll be there.