I promised I would write a story about my brother so here it is. When we were less than 7 years old we were great brothers. We would always play together, watch tv and comfort each other. I sticked with him throughout my life because I had speech apraxia and a mental condition with language. I couldn’t form proper sentences or speak in general. When I was in preschool it was hell. I was lonely and bullied badly. They would call me names and I had no friends. It was the fact I sounded autistic with my stupid speech apraxia. I couldn’t say a single word and I struggled trying. My brother would protect me and stand up for me. When I was in kindergarten the same thing happened. I was picked on and bullied. My parents pulled me out from public school and homeschooled me for the rest of my life to avoid the bullies. A few years later my brother started to change. He became abusive and would manipulate me. He plays victim and threatens to kill himself so things can go his way. He even punched me and gave me bruises for not doing as he says. No matter how bad it was I was stuck with him. Overtime things got worse. He would destroy property and commit crime. My family called the cops on him at least two times. He even cuts himself and faked depression for attention. He moans and bitches all the time over petty issues. What was worse is that he was successful with girls. He told me how many times he kissed from middle school to college. All the times girls in elementary talked to him about sex (that’s when he learned where babies come from). Right now he’s in college and is fucking Stacie’s in parties. One day I decided to sneak through his phone and saw all the attention he got from tinder. There were foids left and right appreciating him and trying to get in contact with him. I couldn’t stand reading more and decided to put the phone away to avoid the rope. That is one of the steps that led me to the black pill. It was the fact that looks, power and money is all that mattered. Being nice or a gentleman does nothing but make people take advantage of you. I never caused chaos to the family. I never hunted anyone. I never manipulated or played victim to have things go my own way. My parents even told me they were proud to have me because I worked hard and helped the family. No matter how good or how productive I was I don’t receive any validation compared to my brother. Idk what’s with all of the retards on IT with your personality bullshit. Fuck all of you who says I need to have a good character. Fuck all of you who says I am an incel because of my toxic personality. Fuck all of you who says I am the problem. My brother has chocked me and forced me to put my mouth in his cock once. He is an abuser. He deserves nothing but death! I HATE HIM AND HE MUST DIE! THAT INCLUDES ALL OF YOU CUCKS WHO LIE!!! I REFUSE TO BE A SLAVE TO THIS ABOMINATION AND TO THIS SOCIETY! I HATE BEING THE GOOD BOY SO PEOPLE CAN SHIT ON!!! FUCK ALL OF YOU! No worries things will go well. I just need to improve my character and become a better person. From now on I will change myself. I will do what must be done. For the FBI nigga and Inceltears lurkers. Hello 
