I love my brother.

As much as I say I hate him or wish he never existed.
The truth is... I couldn't live without him.

I guess I class my twin brother as one of my best friends.
We have the same friendship group.
This means we can gossip and talk about almost everything.
He's always there to talk to if I need help.

There was the one time that someone called me a heartless bitch and was having a massive go at me over msn
I was already having a bad day and I just couldn't take it.
I burst into tears and ran into his room.
The first thing he said was "who did this to you?"
He came back into my room and had a massive go at the person who was being mean to me.

The other day me and him were talking when he brought up the guy I'm seeing.[jake]
He asked me what i would do if he got off with another girl.
I said I wouldn't care because we're only seeing each other we aren't going out.
I kinda would care but I didn't want him to know.
Anyway, he told me that Jake got off with another girl.
It was obvious that it kinda hurt me.
So all he did was keep asking if I was okay.
And if I wanted a hug.
He was so sweet about it all.
I'm glad I heard it off him and nobody else tbh.

And these are just two or three of the reasons that I don't actually hate my brother.