I don't understand how someone you called your brother can become such a low life. It's sad and pathetic to see it all happen like a slap to the fucking face. To think of the memories that we had shared and see it all go up in flames is like a numbness that I can't describe. But to put up with being let down and to be treated like a no body I shall never miss when one day you have no one to call "brother" you will realized your own faults. Unless you are an ignorant fuck who can't grow up. To walk away is a stepping stone that I feel most proud of taking. So fuck your vendetta, I'm moving on.