Sigh... It's that time of year again. I feel like I should have so much more to say, but I don't. I miss her, it hurts. What else is there to say? I want to hold her. I want to see her. I want to take care of her. I want her to see me as a 25 year old woman. I want to catch her up on the last 12 years. 12 fucking years!!!!!!!! It wasn't suppose to be like this. She was suppose to still be here. I was suppose to take care of her. She was suppose to be here with me. I hate bringing up the fact that I have no parents. But today I want to yell it at the top of my lungs. I want to tell the whole world that I've lived the past 12 years on my own. Because, regardless of whose house I was in, on the inside I was alone! I still feel alone.
I miss her. I've missed her for 12 years.
