i wish i was there for my little brothers and sisters. because i know i know they need me i know that there's a piece of them that wastes away without me and i wish i could be with them but it is too hard and i am too weak i am too frightened of home
i am too sorry
i regret everyday that i am not with them, and yet i could just as easily BE with them. home hurts too much for me to handle. i wish home was safe. i hate you, mom.