When I looked back, it was the people I cared about most deeply who ended up hurting me the most. Makes me wonder though, is it really because they gave me greater scars? Or did I inflict the pain upon myself by naively expecting that they, of all people, would not ever be bad to me?

“You gotta let go bro, you gotta let her go too,
I know you, your my brother, and you don’t let people go,
your like me.. I know you, you never let people go, and
you just keep holding on.. It’s not your fault.”

Last words from my brother tonight. It’s harder than it looks..
I give up..