I worry about my brother. I really hope he sees me as an annoying older sister and I really hope he is happy. I hope I’m the annoying older sister simply because I hope he isn’t how he is to me to everyone. I worry about him and I worry that he isn’t happy. He is only fourteen and despite the fact we don’t speak I love him a lot and his happiness means a lot to me. I hope if he isn’t happy he gets help or knows how to fix it I don’t want anything bad to happen. I really hope I’m just being pessimistic and he’s completely okay. I love you little bro.

No, he’s not perfect. He’s a human and he’s flawed. But he’s perfect to me, and he’s perfect for me and that’s all that matters.