I couldn't do it anymore.
Ever since we've been kids, my brother Roman has been the intelligent one. He is defined and expected to be developed earlier than I do, but no. That is not the case. Why? Because I wasn't born like him.
I'm slower than him.
I'm more silent than he was.
I am more reserved than he is.
He has more friends than I did.
A lot of people liked him because why not? An intelligent guy that's easier to hang out with?
Compared to him, I was more skeptical about who I trust. I don't even know why I became this type of person. And thinking about it probably was the most painful thing I have ever done to myself for the past few years that I felt so useless and lonely.
I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be jolly like him; I wanted to earn friends like him; I wanted to
