I am the quiet nobody who slinks into the corners in order to stay away from pain and trouble that is inevitably caused by dwelling in the scene.
But I am always hurt anyways.

Recently, my brother became a psychotic mess who has an imaginary girlfriend in Michigan.
He whines about how 'unfair' and 'abusive' the family is when we ask him to stop the nonsense or to hand over the phone.
He just won't listen.
He's attacked and attacked and attacked and run away and bent the rules and whined and now he's sitting in the rain - literally - and dreaming of moving to live with his imaginary girlfriend.

How is this affecting me?
I'm sitting in hell, trying to cope.

I think I've met the biggest asshole in America.