I don't know if this even counts as a confession, but I just… I feel so terrible and I can't talk to anyone about it, especially not my family, and I just need to get it out. My younger brother, he asked me for money again, and it wasn't even a small amount this time, it was for his rent and his overdue utility bills, and I just… I said no. I told him I couldn’t, and I could, I totally could, I’m a dentist now, a city dentist, and I make good money, but I just… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And I feel awful, truly awful, because he’s my brother, and he was really struggling, I could hear it in his voice, but there’s just this anger, this coldness inside me that takes over sometimes, and I just shut down. He’s always been like this, you know, just kind of floating through life, jumping from one thing to the next, and he’s so talented, really, truly, he makes these incredible sculptures, and he paints, and he just sees the world in such a different way, and I always loved that about him, but it just doesn't pay the bills, and he just never seems to get that. And I remember being his age, or even younger, just pouring over my art books, dreaming of going to art school, and I loved drawing, and painting, and all of that, but our parents, they just kept pushing me towards something practical, something with a future, something that would make money, and I just… I did it. I went to school for years, I got the degrees, I pulled the all-nighters, I worked so hard, and now I’m here, doing something that I’m good at, that’s secure, but it just feels so EMPTY sometimes. And I look at him, still chasing his passions, and I just feel this jealousy, and this resentment, and then the guilt washes over me because I know he’s not doing it to hurt me, he’s just… he’s just him. And so when he asked, when he said he was going to be evicted, and his lights were going to be shut off, all I could think about was how many times I had to say no to things I really wanted, how many times I had to put my head down and just GRIND, and I just… I couldn’t give him that easy way out. And now I’m sitting here, late at night, in my perfectly quiet, perfectly clean apartment, and my brother is probably panicking, and I just feel like a monster, but also… but also, a part of me feels a twisted kind of satisfaction, and I don't know what that says about me, or if I’m just a terrible person, and I can’t stop thinking about it, and I probably won't sleep tonight, and I don't know what to do.