i don't even have words right now for the past few days. my brother is a selfish fuckhole. my father was severely neglected while my brother played the martyr and doled out guilt like it was his job. when i finally went to check on my dad... lets just say, i got there at 1pm and got home just after 11pm. it was fucking ridiculous. i'll elaborate more when i'm not quite so hostile about it so i can properly reflect and figure out what the hell happened. suffice it to say, dad is doing better now, even walked a little (well, "walked." dad doesn't really walk anymore, but he can pull himself around while standing). its amazing what, i dunno, giving a sick man his meds and some water can do.

unacceptable. un-fucking-acceptable.
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