Is anyone else anchored down to a miserable existence because of family? To be completely honest, if I didn't care about my brother or vice versa, I would get the hell out of this world as soon as possible. I've talked about this with him and he said that although of course he wouldn't want me to take my own life, he would understand if I did. He knows how fucked I am in life. Despite the fact that I am suffering every damn second of every day I feel that the suffering I would impart upon my brother if I would make an end of things would be infinitely greater somehow. And I know that family is just a fucking illusion like everything else, but this illusion of all, seems the most real to me.