my siblings didn’t come by a whole lot. I still wanted to hang out, and I’d see them from time to time if I made my way over there and hung out awhile, but it was just to be around them and pretend like everything was all good. I didn’t feel like we were on the same playing field anymore. They were living the life I used to live, and I had chosen to move on. Sometimes it was a hard reality to be faced with.
