“Siblings fight, pull each other’s hair, steal stuff, and accuse each other indiscriminately. But siblings also know the undeniable fact that they are the same blood, share the same origins, and are family. Even when they hate each other.”
Every time I close my eyes, that damn painting is all I can think of.
This is a strange feeling. Writing in a journal. I don't think I've done this since I was a kid and we had journal entries set as compulsory school assignments. Then again, half the time I don't think I really did those either. By the looks of it, there's not much else to do around here, and this was one of the few books on the bookshelf. For all I know, some quack is going to read it as soon as I leave the room. I wouldn't put it past this place. My room's always pristine and tidy no matter what state I leave it in. Clean towels and everything. I guess that'd be the work of that creepy maid who I see from time to time. She must be satisfied uncovering the painting every time I push something in front of it. Maybe it's just one of the perks of the job?
It's always there. And I swear, if it's the last thing I see before I go to sleep at night, I end up having some fucked up dream about the accident even if it was...a while ago. I'm not dwelling on the past on purpose. That'd just be stupid. And counter-productive. It's just almost like this place is meant to remind me of everything that's shit about, well, everything. The books don't help. 'Who needs the future?' Who needs a book called 'Who needs the future?'
If this place is meant to be some kind of psychiatric rehab, it's not exactly doing its job. I think it might be easier if Grant or Griff were here instead of abandoning me. I didn't realise I was such a downer. I must've been easy to get rid of.
I just don't understand why they both packed bags as well. If they're not here, then, well, where the hell are they?
It's just...every time I close my eyes, my family's all I think of. And that's rich considering as of now I haven't really got one.
I guess I miss
Fuck it. I could be doing something productive right now. I'm just...yeah, alright.
