Tonight my brother left home. He came back to pack his bags, and move out. He has no plan, no place to go, no idea. I remember going through this. What is it? I can’t blame him. If he’d do it, I’d let him move in with me. No offense to my parents but this house is so small. Maybe I sound ungrateful, but we’re used to so much more. I have the most space, in the garage – But I’ve also got puppies who smell, well, like puppies.
I wish something would happen. A break that would make it okay. I wouldn’t mind living in my house – but for what? To be kicked out when someone finally buys it? Or what about just finally getting my life back together. I want things to settle down. What happened to my simple kind of life?