phlabitha

being a younger sibling of a much older sibling is like. ive never known a life without you. mom yells at me because she hasn’t realized its just as bad as hitting, yet. your opinions would become my opinions as soon as you said them. we havent lived in the same house in forever, and even though we chat through text it isn’t the same. i ask you your favorite color every other day because i forget and you find it funny, and i like it when you laugh. you know when im not okay even when i dont. you tell me stories im part of i dont remember. i dont know your dad and you dont like mine. mom makes mistakes with me sometimes but you’re always there for me. when i ask for advise you always have a good answer. you dont know my social circle at all, but all your friends know me, even when i dont know all of them. i dont want to burden you. i like to tease you. youre a jerk. youre kind. i went to your graduation and everything changed since. you told me you liked meerkats and i watched 3 documentaries about them to talk about them with you. we never did. i want to be just like you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i drew a dick on your arm with sharpie.