Current location:	In my room
Current mood:	confused
Current music:	Sleep Station - Fallen

False Hopes.
Four rings, and my little sister
says hello, how are you, and tells me
about her dinner. I hear their voices
in the background. Five weeks,
I have flourished without her,
and before the receiver is passed,
my eyes become lakes that I never wanted
to fill. Ten minutes, is the message,
she will call you. I am shaking
already. I do not understand
my body or the attachments that blood
creates. I wish we could go back to the
days of innocence, when she loved me
truthfully. All the lies and substance
got to her. I miss when we could giggle
over cartoons and cheap tea. Does she
know how much she means to me, or
what her betrayal has done to wear me
down. I hope so. I need to feel safe.
I need her to know that shes loved.
I wonder if shes filling my head
with hope, and good memories
for nothing. False hopes.
She used to amaze me.
Sisters now, Sisters always.