Hi, this letter is regarding you and you only. However, please know that what I’m writing is coming from a place of anger: I guess the good thing about this little space of mine is that I’m able to write what I’d like to actually say to people, but I think you’re gonna be an exception here. This may be one of the rare times where I’m just gonna write not because I’d actually like to say this stuff to you, but just because I’m angry.

You are a bit of a self-centered person and I think you have some narcissistic qualities at times. Examples are far too many. A great one is that if you always, always try to get your way. You are persistent and pushy with people, if they don’t wanna do something you will ask and ask until they eventually say yes.
A simple situation is that maybe I don’t wanna hang out one day, and you drive outside my house, then call and say “I’m already there!” until I’ll come down.

Stuff like this doesn’t only prove that you’re a persistent person, but in my view it also proves that you’re a bit disrespectful and poorly mannered. Manners are everything for me, I think we as people should always try to be nice and respect one another. And I know you know I’m generally a permissive/nice person (I hate saying this myself because I believe oneself could never know if they are wrong or right).

You’d ask by now why am I even telling you this. I’d tell you that I don’t know. Today was such a stressful day for me, and all we talked about this week was our weekend to the beach with our friends.
Well, today you simply wrote a message saying “sorry guys, I’m not available on sunday” like it was nothing. You know you’re the only driver in our group and you know that basically by saying that, you mean that we also won’t be available.
I asked you privately how come (I know the situation with your grandma is hard, so I thought it was something like that) and you just said to me that it was your dad’s birthday.

Actually it’s completely understandable. It’s your dad’s birthday, you’re all gonna go out with him and have a great time. It’s normal. It’s a family thing. But how come didn’t you ever tell us that? Why did you pressure us all week to book those cool places for the weekend and then just ditch us?

What also infuriated me this week is that your car broke down, I told you that we could use mine, and then you went to a first date with a girl with your dad’s flashy Audi. And then when you had an emergency you asked for my car? What the fuck?

I’ll tell you what’s up: if you were in the opposite direction, you’d be mad as hell too for some of this behavior. You judge people quickly but you never take a good look at yourself.

But whatever. You’re my brother. Except that, we literally are always together and we’ve been through thick and thin. I’m sure my anger will wean off by tomorrow or next week, but I’m just mad.

And since you’re available tomorrow, my psychotic brain has deemed right that I, for once, ditch you because of my anger.

I ditch you, I ditch you, and I ditch you.