My older brother, Roger, must've felt unloved or unimportant. We saw his body with blood all over it in the backyard, with our hunting gun. He came over for dinner with my grandmother, then when he put his plate up, he went outside. He didn't come back, so we were worried. We went out and found him laying there, dead. This might be annoying to some people, or you might not believe it. I don't care. He's my brother, so I loving care. Don't care, don't believe, don't post. So yesterday was Self Delete... wonderful...
