If you remember about my latest 'family' blog you would see that I'm not the happiest person in the world, but in the end they are my family and by default I have some sort of care towards them.

That includes my brother (the middle one), even though he is the person that I disliked the most in my entire life, I admit that we're getting along much better lately, even if it's fake, I don't mind.

Yesterday, my parents and my oldest brother went to this hotel at the beach because they got invited by my cousin, that meant that I was home alone with him all day yesterday and today (my parents should be returning home as of now).

I was alone most of the day, because he works until 7:00pm, so I cooked dinner for me and him, he came home at 9:00pm, I believe, with his friend which I don't mind him at all but he's not one of my favorites people on earth. They ate dinner and I went to my room, couple of hours later, there was another friend of him and a girl, and 2 other guys I think, they were hanging out on the porch (I sheltered myself in my room because I don't care about who's outside)

They were drinking (of course! ) and having a small barbecue. Being home alone was like a paradise to him, because he rarely offers our house for his drunk gatherings with his drunkass friends. Anyways, usually I go to sleep very late, but this time I went to bed at 2:00am.

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I wake up at 10:30am or so, my brother wasn't in his bed, so I assumed that he was sleeping in my parent's room. I go to the living room, and see that the door is completely open, I was like, what's going on? and when I go outside I found my brother completely wasted sleeping on the floor and snoaring like a Snorlax (he usually snores like that when he's drunk)

I was like *sigh* and instead of thinking how STUPID/DRUNKASS BASTARD he is, I felt sorry for him, like very bad because he is pretty much ruining his life, it's just a matter of time, he gets drunk every single weekend of his existence, and some week days. One day his liver is not going to take any more alchool and he will die.

I was thinking in many things when I saw him like that, like a garbage bag. My mom would get very upset if she saw him like this, she would get another 2 cancers if she saw him, I realized that she can't handle stress, and I think that the bigger sources are us and my dad, and the house not being clean (like she wants). His fucking best friend, and everyone else left and left him there with the door open, we could have been fucking robbed, raped or killed, now that violence is increasing horridly these days. At least he could have put my brother in the living room and close the damn door

And him, he is 27 years old, he is older than me, and he's pretty much a piece of shit, and I some sort of care, it's unbelieabable how irresponsible he is, and I feel like if I talk to him he would ignore me or think that I'm stupid for giving him advice, because he doesn't even listen to my mom, it's not like I want to anyways.

I tried to wake him up, but I had no response, at least he stopped snoaring, I patted his arm and called his name, and it was useless, it was like he was dead, his body was just a dirt bag. I tried to move him around and lifted him so I can put his arm around my neck and carry him to his bed, but he's fucking 234lbs, he's way too heavy, so the best I could do was to drag him on the floor by his armpits to the living room. That small tray was tiring as fuck, I think I lost my breath. I closed the door.

I rested his back against the sofa, and he re-positioned himself on the floor and put his legs on the wall, and started doing a motion like if he wanted to walk (the wall being the floor fror him ), it was funny/disappointing/sad.

I was like fuck it, I'm gonna leave him in there, he's used to sleep on the floor anyways, it's not the first time I see him like this. And he is still sleeping as of now. Of course I took pictures!

I don't know if I should tell my mom, I just wish they could return home now so they can find him like this, that way she would have to give him the usual speech of "when are you going to change your life?" and not me because he pretty much put his life and my life in danger.