My heart aches so badly.

Over you, over last night.
How can you take our concern and just think that we're against you?
We're not.

Nobody's fighting you. In fact, we're trying to fight WITH you. But you refuse to let us in.
Please, please just let us in.
Don't turn our words of concerns into hateful remarks.
We all care about you so so so much.

I admit, that in the past, I was harsh to you because you were always the young one, ignorant, arrogant even, and always so oblivious to your surroundings.
But not anymore. At least I dare say I no longer treat you that way because I know you've already grown up.

I tried so hard to make up for the past. Tried my best to make things right, take care of you so you won't feel like we're always against you. Cover up stuff for you because I know you didn't mean it. And I know how sometimes you don't have a lot of stuff or people standing by your side, so I tried. I really, really tried. To be there for you, to take care of you, be less bias, and to protect you. You're my little brother.

But last night. How you behaved, was so rude. All we were saying, was to try to help you. Because we fucked up, or at least, I did. I wish I had more advice and stuff. But that's just that.
I guess, I don't feel angry, it was more of upset. But I think I understand how you behaved because you're stressed up. But honestly, that's not the way to behave.