I gotta just say it, even if it makes me feel like such a screw up. My parents were over last week, and they kept going on and on about my little brother, how amazing his art is, how he’s really “found himself.” And I just smiled, you know? Like, a fake smile. Cuz I’m the one sending him money every month so he can even afford his stupid paints and that tiny apartment. I don’t even know why I do it, makes me feel like such a chump, like I never learned anything about discipline even after basic training. It’s like... I’m supporting his dreams and nobody even knows, and I feel so much shame about it, like I’m a coward.