The pattern just continued until I got my iPhone. This was legit the first phone that has made it past 2 years of my life. I've gotten so fond of it and it's still working perfectly fine. I mean I might have broken the screen a few times but I've always been able to fix it. I was hoping that maybe for once in my life, I would be able to switch into a new phone with my old phone still intact. I was so close.... Then my brother goes and breaks the back screen for me =_="... The worst part of all this was he had the nerve to blame it on me and yell at me for not putting a case on my phone. Talk about douche. Of course, that got me really pissed off and I started yelling at him. He never owns up to his mistakes and he's always putting the blame on other people. That is a serious flaw in his character and at first I pitied him for it. I constantly told him to try to change it but he would never acknowledge it and would get annoyed at me instead. But now, I don't even care anymore. It just disgusts me. If he doesn't want to change, so be it. One day it's going to bite him in the ass and when that day comes, he's definitely going to be alone, taking the full brunt of whatever consequences that befall him.