And I'm building memories on things we have not said

I am stuck in this family that no longer exists. The rest of them move on, and you feel happy because you love them and you want them to be happy, but, then part of you just will never understand why they don't need you like you need them. How they can move on.

And it's pathetic, the way that I can't. And you try to smile, and pretend someone else's life is your own, but then it bubbles up in your dreams. You try to act adjusted, but they are so real, it shocks you a bit.


It's a bad time. I will catch up. But right now I feel totally regressed.