et tu, brute
the apple never falls far from the tree. it always lands exactly where you want it to, doesn't it? we grew up together, attached at the hip, and now you don't even look me in the eye. you won't ever be home, since your home isn't with people like me. i'm just like dad. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i hate him and i'm sorry. and i hate you. i'm not your keeper. i'm sorry.