Happy Birthday

Today my brother turns 27.  I honestly don’t care that it’s his birthday.  Thinking back I haven’t celebrating his birthday with him in over five years.  It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long.

He’s 27 and he has spent the last five years putting a needle in his arm.  He has spent the last five years stealing thousands upon thousands of dollars from anyone and everyone he knows.  The last five years lying, cheating, and who knows what else.  Heroin addicts aren’t really the poster boys for good are they now?

I am so sick of his bullshit.  I am so sick of my dad enabling him.  I am so sick of the fucking lies he tells to everyone.  I am so sick of everyone believing him.

He is a liar.  He will do anything for the poppy.  Anything.  Every word he speaks is a lie.  It is a way for him to figure out the next way he can get high.  He doesn’t want to get clean.  He doesn’t give a shit who he hurts or steps on.  He is a 27-year-old monster.

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