Merry Christmas Eve
None of this feels right. Usually these are letters to you sister, or posts. But I think it's more so a grateful thing for padre && you. Because, today, it doesn't feel right. Whilst wrapping presents, I could hear you && padre arguing the entire time, && both of you coming out with smiles on your faces. I remember how proud you were when we opened our gifts because of course, padre got them. It doesn't even feel like it should be Christmas Eve. I don't want to exist sister. I just want to sit on the couch. In silence. Staring at pictures. Reliving everything I can remember. Fuck that car wreck man. Do you know how many stories I can't fucking remember because of that car wreck? I'm wandering. I'm sorry. Here goes.... I'm grateful that padre showed me what gelato was, && that he was right because I really do like it more than ice cream. I'm happy I have the memory of tying my sled to the back of his la...