Tomorrow I'm going to step foot in the Mental Health Institute. I'm scared. Not because of what it is, I've already visited Mental Health Institutes. I'm scared to see her. I'm nervous and I'm worried and I'm sad and I'm not quite sure what to say.
You must be thinking I'm the worst sister ever. But really, do I pretend nothing is wrong? Do I discuss her feelings? That seems like something scary - feelings.
I'm much better at writing! I wrote her a 3 page letter yesterday when I was supposed to be writing a 4 page essay - which I managed to finish and hand in today thank you very much.
I do miss her though, I miss her face. But I don't miss the sad eyes. I'm scared to see the sad eyes.
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