are you okay?
please tell me you're okay.
such a stupid question,
but aren't you any better,
even just a little bit okay?
and it's something i shouldn't ask,
but will you ever be okay?
after so many years,
sometimes i wonder.


what's going on, what's going on?
oh, if you knew,
if you knew the way this weekend went,
maybe you'd understand why homework doesn't matter to me.
why sometimes nothing really does,
nothing but my sister,
making her better.

a/n: from december.