I am afraid of my dad’s brother. He always gave me the sense of a rotten person, but their entire family is rotten in general. My dad isn’t the best example of a younger brother either. Neither is their mom, the rotten womb where they came from. But whenever I looked into my dad’s brother, he just looked like an empty shell of a person. In my dad you see greed, but in him, you see nothing.
He is a blank human being who is just that. A blank person. He has nothing, owns nothing, loves nothing. He always gave me a bad feeling in my stomach and made me feel absolutely uncomfortable. But in a way, I feel bad that he is the way he is. Maybe things would’ve been different if he his family had been different. Or not.
I always feel a little bit better to see you on my dash. It’s a bit silly since I know that we don’t talk super often. But since I have seen you and followed you for so long, it brings me comfort to see your posts and know you as a person. You have always shown lots of kindness, always have had such a bright personality. and I love love love sharing things in common with you! Talking about MM to someone made me so so so happy! :__; Even though so many people shared their love for it, I never really had someone to share those experiences so you were my bright shining light through playing it. I really am so grateful you gave me that. That you shared your friendship with me and have always always been the wonderful person that you are.
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