You say this, you say that... The reason I break down every other month, the reason I have panic attacks... Is you. It's not everything else... I'm not being a bad child. For the love of god, every time I get mad I think they love me, they dont mean it, at night I think... I hope they'll be safe. I hug you and kiss you more than god knows.
And everything I see you all sitting there, together... Doing whatever. Every single fricken time. I think, boy don't they make a great family. If only I wasn't here.
She's only two, but that's okay, every time I've cried for you and tried to help you...













