Welcome to Heartbreak.

"Look back on my life, all my life gone,
Where did I go wrong?"

Dear Tom,

"I don't want change," could you please tell me why not? I know everyone says that you shouldn't change for anyone - but I don't think that that goes for this 'situation.'

When you are hurting other people, especially the ones that love you - and you know we love you - and yourself, then you need to change...

You want all the responsibility that adults have, you want to smoke and drink and drive a fast car, but you don't want to earn the responsibility or take responsibility for your own actions.

You don't respect anyone and you think it's too much like hard work to earn respect and you don't respect yourself.

You are an arrogant nobody who will get nowhere and be nothing - if you continue the way you are going.

You have nowhere to live, no real friends and no money - sounds like a fantastic life you're living, I bet you're not sleeping well either, having to watch your back all the time.

You get money anywhere you can find it, spending it on smokes and not food. Getting drugged up so you can forget about the complete mess you're in and be happy for however long whatever you're taking lasts. Then you start the process all over again. A never ending cycle of hell.

I could go on and on, but whats the point? I know you'll never read this. You don't care about me, my feelings or anything that I do. You talk down to me, like i'm a kid, so you can put me in my place - which is below you.

I am so mad at you...

But when you are ready to change, i'll be here.

Until you realise that the world does not revolve around you, you won't change and you will continue to take us all for granted and treat us like crap.

I especially love the way that you didn't thank dad for your birthday present, that you clearly didn't deserve - Did you look him in the eye when you took you took it? Oh, but you always told me that it's easier to lie when you look someone in the eye.

I don't know what has made you want to be the person you have become, but i'll hold on to the memory of the little boy who I can have silent conversations with and dream about moving to Florida with.

You've broken my heart, buddy.

I Love you little bro, I know you're in there somewhere.

K.