Sometimes I genuinely wonder if my golden child younger brother actually started believing his own lies. Like he wanted so bad to make me look like the bad guy because I was always the smart one and the motivated one and always trying to make money, and I was the honest one. And all he could do was try to convince himself and all of his friends that I was the bad one. I wonder if he forgot that I’m actually the good one and he was always the manipulative evil little shitbird.
Reality is gonna bite him in the ass.