"I don't love you. I only know you and act like it because you're my brother. Talking and listening to you is never pleasant and it has never been. I haven't ever found a time where I missed you or wanted your help or advice or comfort. Because I know for a fact you cannot provide any of these things for me. And I've tried so hard to form some kind of positive relationship and common interest with you, but you just don't hold up your end or show any sort of enthusiasm for what we could be doing together. I know you have your shit to deal with, but you weren't even trying to find or make time for bonding. I understand there is and has been a lot of pressure on you as the oldest with how our parents are with their expectations, but I'm not just another responsibility. I'm a human fucking being so I'd like you, a supposedly a close family member, to treat me like one.

I say I don't hate any human being on this Earth, and this still holds true. But I do not care for you or about you, 'brother'. I wish you the best and the utmost success and happiness in your life, but I will no longer be a part of that life."

There's not many people I want out of my life since I am socially anxious, severely depressed, suicidal, and lonely, but my older brother is one. Probably the only one. He's not good-for-nothing, he's extremely bright, always thinks critically, remains healthy and fit, and laughs and smiles with a good sense of humor. But none of that comes my way. I'm just a chore he has to do, a pet he has to check up on, a pain in the ass. He said as much and more to my mother, who I'm extremely close with, so she relayed it to me. He's an absolutely amazing person, but an absolutely horrible brother.