Grieving I guess
I never expected to want to die at the age of eighteen. I know that sounds like I’m suicidal but I’m not. I’ve never planned out some scenario where I kill myself. I just spend most days wishing I was dead. It sounds really sad when I write it out. Most of my family and friends would wince at a sentence like that. It sounds too dark. It sounds too painful. It sounds too unlike me.
You read little brother in the title so maybe you’re expecting some long exposé about who he was and why my little brother was special enough for you to feel bad that I lost him. But I…