An opened letter..
So this is all I'll ever have for you sister, words, on a screen. Because, lets face it, we both communicated better that way. I'm not sure how many people have messaged me now sister, on your behalf i think. "how are you?" I usually reply with the same thing. "I'm existing." or "I'm here." Because in reality, that's all that I am. I'm just existing. I cant say that I'm fully happy. I have my moments yes. These beautiful little moments of happiness, && then, just like that. they're over. Like I hit a wall, of sad, && reality. "My sister is dead." it repeats, over, && over. && over && over. I saw you laying on that table, && i never got a moment to scream at you, to cry over you, or to cuddle with you. Which is everything I wanted to do. I waited sister. I waited for your chest to rise. I waited for you to pop up && say "kidding guys. i couldn't do...