My brother came home this afternoon after a hospital confinement. His peptic ulcer disease came back (gastric). I was afraid it got complicated coz my mom told me the doctor said the pain persisted even after taking antacids. Well, he's alright, as a matter of fact after about two hours he's out of the house again. God! He's one frustrating case. I wonder if he'll ever grow up and start becoming responsible. He's starting to become a disappointment (or is he already?) I wish he'd turn his life around and stop digging a hole for himself. I'm not sure who's fault it is, why he's like that. I know I have to do something. And I think I already know what to do but, god, I'm afraid to take that leap. Maybe on his birthday.