Oh, brother.

You idiot. You actual idiot. Why must you make them so mad and make our family so depressed? Why must you push every button until our father sits there, silent? Oh brother, why do I have to be the perfect child? Why do I have to hold up this family's happiness on my aching shoulders? How can you live life without care? How can their sadness not bother you? Oh brother, you are an idiot, a careless idiot. Oh brother, you are free.