I know she’s your sister. I feel like I’m the reason you don’t get to see her everyday. I know she’s your sister. I question every decision we make that could affect her because we decided that siblings came first. I’m finding it hard sometimes to stick to that because I am selfish and hurt. I feel like I never get to see you. And every time I stand in that kitchen with her there too, I flash back to the things she said. Maybe she was right. Maybe the shit I think I have going on is nothing and maybe I should go back to trying to give everything. I don’t even know what to do anymore… I don’t know that I ever did…