I wish I could talk to you. Almost 18 years later. I still wish I could call you everyday.
Our family is not ok. Your kid is running rampant. Emily has everyone backed into a corner.
There was never a time since you left that we didn't need you.
I'm not cut out to be the oldest. I can't fill your shoes.
Mom and dad are getting old, they're both sick. Adam is doing the best he can, after a shit load of rough times. I'm pretty sure I'm always gonna be a fuck up.
Oh please come back. I can't tell you how horribly I wish you could just come back. I miss you, more than you could ever imagine.
I don't think we are doing ok without you. We've tried for almost 18 years. We're not ok.
Please just take us to a different time line where you are still here. Please come back.
I'm not what they need.
I'm never going to be you.
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