No matter what I dream about, you’re always there. Always. Telling me the one thing I wish I would hear from you when I wake up. “I need to see you.”
I watched a movie about a kid in the psych ward. Followed that up with a trip to the psych ward.
I spend 10 hours in a car, half the time driving, just to come see you for a couple of hours. You don’t want to come to Windsor because you’re “too tired”.
You have work and school applications so you’re “too busy” to text me once a day. Meanwhile I’m constantly handing out resumes, running around after my mentally challenged brother, taking my mom to her appointments and spending half my mornings hooked to a damn IV and I’m not too busy, I try talking to you all the time. Fuck this. Seriously.
Maybe if I left windsor. Just picked up and left on my own and started fresh. Maybe I’d be able to move on from everything and finally go forward with my life.
Say Uncle! @Lori Whitney