text: My Dear Big Brother, When we were kids, you were always exploring. You always had a very active imagination. This time you're a pioneer treasure hunter with a blanket for a cape. Braving the dark corners of this old house with your flashlight. Sometimes I wish you could take me along but I never saw what you were able to see with the little that we had growing up. But, when you did find something worth sharing, you shared it with your sister. I remember this one time it was those delicious but hot Fireballs. There were maybe a handful of them you found stashed away in some cupboard. As always, you popped in the Fireball first to eat away the initial hot layer of the candy before giving that sweet candy center to your baby sister. First of all, very gross! It was extremely gross. But, it's also one of my favorite memories of you growing up. Sorry that things hasn't been better for you. I wish you would've told me that you were molested for years as a teenager, about being bullied throughout high school, about being cheated on, about your depression, and about being fired from your job. I wish we had a kind of relationship where you could've confided in me anything you wanted. Instead I had to find all this out from your journal. Did you even stop to think how much you would be hurting us? I fucking hate you for having me find you in your room like that. I fucking hate you for making sure I am the one who took care of everything when you killed yourself. I fucking hate you for leaving me all alone. You were my big brother. I love you and I miss you. I wish I could've been there for you.