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Sleepy and I would hang out when we were young, being cousins and all. I was the only one who didn’t treat him with fucking kid gloves, ironically, being a kid. But now he’s famous, or whatever the fuck, and my mom won’t shut the fuck up about it. “Why don’t you be more like Sleepy?” What’s there to be more like?! I fucking hate this guy, and the worst part is I miss him all the time. Ugh!!
He was a cute kid… not really a cute adult, with the anger. I’ve not done anything differently, and yet I get the weird sense he doesn’t like me…
He’s always been the cool older brother type. Unphased, mildly detached, like he doesn’t give a fuck. Well, you think you’re so mature, huh? How come you get to walk away Scott free from being compared to Sleepy all the time? Doesn’t it fucking… bother you…? It’s like you don’t even care about me…
All that showboating is just a smoke screen for the anxiety underneath. If he wants to be angry at me, that’s fine. He needs someone he can feel safe to be mad at. Text me when you’re in town. We’ll hang.