I pleaded with myself that I wouldnt do this, but here goes. Earlier this week, tuesday 2:30 AM, I was robbed at gunpoint in my home. One of the robbers shot my little brother in the face as I begged them to leave him be. This whole week I cant seem to get over the fact that I couldve taken them both on. I just dont know why I reacted in fear.

Ive noticed how strong I was at first, but became crippled in the mind over the course of the week. Each passing moment, I get flashbacks of what happened. Still see and hear their voices. I hate it. I hate those punks that got the upper hand on me.

My brother is fine, was discharged yesterday. It just really sucks how everything is just hitting me now.