Nummy...

I'm sad. I miss my brother.

It's been 5 years and it's getting to the point where I don't remember what he looked like or what his voice sounded like.

I love the people that I'm with right now, but they weren't there when it happened. I don't feel like they understand.

I miss being around people that just know, without having to be told about it. I'm afraid of telling people here what happened, because I'm afraid they'll think I'm still stuck on it and on the verge of mental breakdown.

I'm not.

I just miss my brother, and it makes me sad.

This is the person I grew up with... my right hand man, so to speak. We did -everything- together when we were kids. And then we grew apart. But we were always still Sis and Nums. Inseperable from his birth.

Am I crazy for attempting to go to class on the 15th?