It was just a dream. That's all it ever was. He pressed his right hand against his left temple. It couldn't ever go the way he wanted it to. It wasn't like any of it mattered though, it wasn't like he was perfect in any way, he was closer to being useless.
"Shit, this again...." This kind of thing happened way too often. My internal monologue began. 'I told you again and again, you can keep doing this to yourself.' Not like any of it mattered anyway. I was better off alone as always. Such were the words I always told myself. You look better when you're by yourself, you're strong enough to live alone. You don't need others. It was so pointless, so useless.
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Of course he was like that. She knew even without looking at him, she could tell from his voice and his words. He was her little brother after all. If she couldn't help him out when he was lost, he would have nowhere else to go. She smiled softly at her ceiling, sighing lightly. He was so hopeless sometimes. She'd give him a short lecture later, give him a hug for his pain and a pat on his head for his hard work. He was an adult already, but no matter how old he got he'd always be her kid brother.
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Dude, chill. It's just another day. You're making way too big of a deal over something insignificant. He was always so pointlessly caught up in things. The polar opposition to his carefree attitude made it more obvious when he was bothered. He'd probably get over it shortly, but it was a pain to deal with him as is.
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He closed his eyes, he wanted it to be a continuation of that dream. He knew it was something that could never come true, a dream that would never be a reality, but the tear at the corner of his eye told him that giving up was still slightly painful. He closed his eyes, it was almost over. Maybe one day, he could have someone to rely on, someone as understanding as his older sister, but till then, he could make it work. That was all he needed, after all.
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