I really miss my sister’s input. I miss talking with her about trivial things that seem really important. her advice was always the best and I wish I had it. I guess the more I grow up though, the more I realize that I didn’t know her at all. I wish I had the chance to know her wholly.
I feel like I’m starting to dislike you more than I like you sometimes. I really wish I didn’t feel like that. I really wish you hadn’t planted that seed in my brain. I really wish I understood you better. I really wish you would have let me in when I needed you to. but I guess mostly I wish you were what I needed at all, but you’re not. I’m the worse for it, and I’m worse for insisting on staying now.