This whole move to FL is bullshit. I am sitting here at work, feeling the tears well up behind my eyes, but I do not let them fall.
Tomorrow morning, you will all be on your way to a bigger brighter life, while Im here still trying to find all the pieces so I can put it all back together.
I cant stop thinking about them. I can not stop wishing I could hear their voice and their laughter. To know what they are in to now. What makes them laugh now?
I am empty vessel that looks like Im living. Im tired. Im tired of them always being on my mind. Not an hour goes by without them in my mind. After almost 4 years, you would think I would be ok now. But Im not, and I dont think I ever will be. I am great at pretending though.
Florida..seriously? You just decide thats ok.
I bet they dont even remember who I am. Oh you say they know where they come from. Pictures of MY parents in their rooms..but I bet there isnt a picture of me anywhere.
In all honesty.. I hate you for this.
I hate myself too. For letting this happen.
