9rd in Hey, buddy, got a light?

I’m beginning to unravel in little bitty bits. Maybe it’s because I’ve been sick the past few days. I’ve felt very emotional, tearing up when I remember my grandfather, my mother going on about what a happy child I was, and the kind of brother I was growing up. Even now I’m beginning to tear up. I guess this is how it starts, wonder how soon before I finally just tell them I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to hug my brother and tell him how sorry I am I wasn’t a better brother. He’s turning 22 on sunday, figured me having a breakdown would be bad timing. This is it, I guess. There really is nothing more, there’s nothing left in me. I don’t know that I’ll make another entry here for a long time. Don’t do that thing where you call the fucking sheriffs department on me again. I did not like my boss asking in a very condescending manner “…Are you SURE you’re ok?” I just felt like writing this now, I may come back to answer any notes.