My brother moved in. 

I haven’t had a housemate in over 3 years. I’ve only ever had one housemate too. I’ve lived with partners, but that’s different. That’s getting to lounge around naked, and cuddles, and just so so different. 

I don’t really know my brother. I know he’s a good person. That I’m proud of him for a lot of his awesome traits. But… he’s probably the sibling I know the least.

It’s always been weird to be the most broken of my siblings, given that I’m the oldest. I always felt like the oldest had to be the most put together. The strongest. But it’s always been my siblings looking after me. I am not good at that. I’ve never been good at looking after others.

I just feel… really odd.