I called my mom up today about rent, but really I just wanted to talk about this heavy feeling that's been pressing at my brain.

Then we started talking about my little brother. He took the car keys from my mom telling her he just wanted to listen to the radio. Then the police were at the door telling us that he had crashed into a neighbor's car and was hallucinating. They sent him to the psychiatric ward. My mother didn't want to think about it and went to Florida for a conference. My parents blame him for the way he is and they secretly blame themselves. I wish everyone would stop grasping blindly and just take it for what it is. My little brother is a bit fucked up but he's just a kid.