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He has been in a depressive state for the past few weeks. He constantly bitches and moans about it to my parents, about how he doesn't want to live anymore. He is incompetent.
I am a very independent person. I don't share my problems with anyone -- I could never. It's dishonorable. I refuse. I only share this because I feel it is a product of injustice. I have come to realize that, by this virtuous element of my character, and my brother's weakness, I am foreign to my own family. This is the punishment I face for playing by the books.
It isn't right. He has had girlfriends before as well. Not only do my parents act more in his care than in mine due to his fragility, but furthermore he has stolen the love of the women in the world, and he is ungrateful. He is ungrateful that life has been breathed into this world. He is ungrateful that he gets to feel the breeze of the morning. He is ungrateful that he gets to see the squirrels in the trees. He is ungrateful for the saccharine taste of chocolate, or a juicy steak, or the smell of autumn. He doesn't realize how loved he is, while I know all too well that I am among the loneliest in the world, as nobody truly knows me other than myself. I have every reason to hate the world. I'm the "man out of time" here. I'm the heretic. I'm the Incel Freak. So how could I still love the world, while people like him reject it?
I am a very independent person. I don't share my problems with anyone -- I could never. It's dishonorable. I refuse. I only share this because I feel it is a product of injustice. I have come to realize that, by this virtuous element of my character, and my brother's weakness, I am foreign to my own family. This is the punishment I face for playing by the books.
It isn't right. He has had girlfriends before as well. Not only do my parents act more in his care than in mine due to his fragility, but furthermore he has stolen the love of the women in the world, and he is ungrateful. He is ungrateful that life has been breathed into this world. He is ungrateful that he gets to feel the breeze of the morning. He is ungrateful that he gets to see the squirrels in the trees. He is ungrateful for the saccharine taste of chocolate, or a juicy steak, or the smell of autumn. He doesn't realize how loved he is, while I know all too well that I am among the loneliest in the world, as nobody truly knows me other than myself. I have every reason to hate the world. I'm the "man out of time" here. I'm the heretic. I'm the Incel Freak. So how could I still love the world, while people like him reject it?
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