Dear diary.
Whilst I'm sat holding hands with my passed out sister,I'm thinking...what actually makes a picture perfect family?
I'm listening to the soft melodies of a harp,a cats purr audible sequentially. And the soft breathe of my sister as I use her phone to type.using only one hand.its was 2am on the dot when she came in. All disorderly and all.its now 4:08am and I have lost all feeling in my hand and legs as I e been sat for quite a while....I removed my hand from hers as the cats purs withdraw from sound. My sister however still comfortably snoozing to the beautiful and calming harp.
I can recall helping my sister get undressed, and then her vomiting and crying about someone she misses. I'm missing someone too...althouth...I can see them again. Physically I'm drained.finding it hard to sleep whilst wanting to keep my vomit covoured sister safe....I hope she reads this and then remembers how weird we are
Anyway thanks diary.speak soon
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Diary Of A Lost Cause
Non-FictionThis is a story. A story about my life, and what a great misery it has been.