Sunday, April 25, 2010

A Letter to My Brother.


Hey Bro. You'll probably never read this- but maybe some day, when you're older and you actually like me, you'll stumble across your sister's blog and realize that she really does love you.
I just want you to know that your smile lights up a room like nobody else. You can always make me laugh, make me happy, and of course - you can always make me mad. :P

I'm so glad that I have you in my life. I think a lot about the miscarriage that mom had, how if it weren't for that, I would have a little sister instead of a little brother, and how if it weren't for that, you wouldn't be in my life. And I know it's bad to be thankful for that, but I can't imagine not having you around. I am thankful for that painful period of our lives before you came around -because of it, I have you.

Today, we went out and took pictures of each other jumping around and I took a few of you with your little daisy BB gun and you were so proud, it made me happy just to see your face light up. You're growing up, but you're still so young. Still very innocent. Still very in a naive sense of love with the world around you, and I get so envious of what you have, when I don't.

Stay strong, little brother. No matter how much the world tries to eat you, don't give in to it's teeth.

Love your big sis.


Monday, April 19, 2010

A lot has happened since Sarah died.
I tried to bring my best friend back to reality.
She's still not really alright, but I guess you know that too.

Josh threatened suicide, again.
I believed it for a while.

I became a rock for everyone to lean on. It was easier than giving in to pain.
I realized that if my focus wasn't exactly perfect on You, I couldn't be a rock.
I learned this the hard way, with a very public break down in the middle of class.
Yay me.

Jare and I broke up, mainly because of my stress levels, partially because neither of us really knew anymore what we wanted out of our relationship.

I stopped believing Josh.

I feel bad, and I still don't know if it's the right thing, but I can't be around him
Anymore.

I fought with You, a bunch.
I'm still a little sad with you, a little bit.
I don't really know what you want of me
Anymore.

Books and life and evil seem to have messed me up.
I guess, in a way, I messed myself up.
A little bit.

A lot.

I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

Can we start over?
I really want to know you
More.

-Love, daughter