I miss you Olivia, I want my sister back.
I hate that you can’t be in school because of the depression.
I hate that mom has to hide all the pills in the house because she’s afraid you’ll try to overdose on them.
I hate that this whole family is afraid to let you be alone because we’re scared you’ll hurt yourself.
I hate that I can’t talk to you without somehow upsetting you.
I barely know you anymore, and it hurts worse than death. I lost my best friend and I want her back. I love her so much and I just want her to see in herself what I see in her.
Liv, you’re beautiful, and smart and funny and the sweetest girl I know.
I hate that you think that no one cares.
We all care, we’re everything short of screaming it in your face.
Stay with me baby sister.