Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I chose to never meet my brother. If I chose to keep my head buried in the sand. My mom would have never known about Lily’s sex addiction. She would have never shouted it to the fucking world. No media. Daisy would sleep peacefully. Lily wouldn’t feel so fucking ashamed. Connor and Rose wouldn’t have their sex life distributed online. And my brother—I think he’d still be drinking.
stop.
