sometimes I think about how my sister just left and never looked back and I'm still here doing everything she was supposed to help with. and then I feel guilty for being mad about it because she's probably happier now. but also fuck that actually
sometimes I think about how my sister just left and never looked back and I'm still here doing everything she was supposed to help with. and then I feel guilty for being mad about it because she's probably happier now. but also fuck that actually