Sometimes I just get tired of living. I'm no where near being depressed or anything, I'm actually a pretty happy person, but I just get tired of it. I see the horrible things happening all across the world and I just think, "Is there really a point to any of this?".
I used to have such a good relationship with my brother, but over the years he became more and more hateful. I can't even talk to him for more than a minute without him trying to start an argument for absolutely no reason. He believes that there should be a genocide on all white people, and yells out racial slurs to me and my family, despite himself also being white. He's pretty much the culmination of all things "tumblr".
I fear that my relationship with him is beyond repair and I'll never be able to talk to my own brother again. Sorry if I sound like a depressing fuck, just needed to get it off my chest.