yeah

who told my brother it was ok to have an aggressive tone and say harsh things; I really miss when we could have normal discussions

There is one rule in having siblings that is true: pure love for each other was never real. A curse from the very first siblings. The moment hot, searing blood stained Cain’s hands and Abel’s pulse stilled into nothing. The curse was sealed. You can never love your brother and your brother can never love you. But God, do you try. You try so hard it hurts. It hurts to the point of unfamiliarity.

I’m just constantly trying to clean up this mess that is my mind and life even though I’m so tired

i don't want to heal i want them pay for what they did

i’m afraid that one day my anger will overshadow the little love i still have left for the world

i feel like someone dead pretending to be alive

me fighting the urge to be such a bitch to someone bc i'm overstimulated and anxious

[image description: photos of the cast of Game of Thrones at the season 8 table read, in various stages of grief]

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