Feeling worse, writing more...
Maybe I shouldn't have made it out of that crash like I did. Are they so used to me that it's going to take them losing me for them to understand what was there and who I really am. No, I'm not talking death or any of that overly dramatic emo shit...but when I leave this summer and go off into the sunset, they'll know they really fucked up. Christ, I must sound like a little kid. The only reason I stick around as it is is because of my brother...I know he'd go fucking insane if I left him here alone with them right now. I think I'm going to go sleep and hope my existential-questioning mind lets today be a dream.