A really unique water container I seen around at home since I was little.

We talked about my brother today. Me and him, 15 years apart. In about a decade, he will be in high school. My parents will grow old. She said I will definitely have to be responsible for him in future. Somehow, I can't accept the fact that this could be my fate. I refuse to yield. I'm afraid to be burdened.

Sometimes I really envy all the other families out there. Normal families who lead normal lives. Not this kind of instability. Half of my life I've been trying to escape. I don't want to live with it any further more.