where does the good go?
when you are living a life full of so much bad and hate and problems, where does the good go? my brother left rehab (claiming sobriety) at the start of the summer, lo and behold it’s the end of the summer and he’s already royally fucked up. he stole over 5k from my dad and tried to steal double that through check forgery. and it’s sad. it’s really sad seeing someone you care about so much be so...