I hate that I'm so numb and empty and disconnected from most of these people but even I can see worth in stupid little moments like these. These people aren't even my family, but I can see their value and if I can see it in something this small, when I feel this bad, then---Then why didn't he?

My hands are dying.

And the whole time they're doing this, my sister is dead.

I hope I’m the ghost that belongs to her.