dang it, sometimes talking to them makes me feel like a mother or a big sister again.
because knowing about his life is probably one of the most stressful things i could have to think about.
all i can do is hope that you don't get hurt. don't get shot. please please don't get shot.
stupid, stupid. why did you leave anyway.
just don't get hurt.
and it's like..when they were here, we could yell at them and keep them in check.
or at least we knew what was going on.
but wtf are we supposed to do now? just listen?
i can't even fucking see them. all we know is what they decide to tell us.
what about what they don't say? how do i know you're not really out doing all this shit that you shouldn't be doing?
that you wouldn't be doing, if you were still here, where you belong.
come back.
i know that's irrational, it's not going to happen. i think it's how the mother bird feels, wanting to keep her babies in the nest.
eurgh.