Have not raged for a really long time.
And finally today, I exploded.

The kind of rage that makes you tear.
The kind of rage that makes you shake.
The kind of rage where silence is so crazy loud.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, so true.
I feel so bad right now after screaming at him, but I can't deny how good it felt at that moment just lashing it out.
This good feeling, didn't last long.
The second I turned away, guilt engulfed me.

I know it is going to eat my conscience, not helping him wash his clothes.
But if this is the only way he will learn his damn lesson, this is how I will teach him.
I will be the bad person.
I am fed up of clearing all of his crap for him, all the time.

I still love you because you are my brother.
But why do you have to force me to go to such extreme length?
Why do you have to make me feel so fucking guilty about it?
You think you're in pain?
I'm in even more pain.

All I can feel is my heart crying.
Because this is how I can express my care for you.