No. It's not enough.

It is always easier to say something when it doesn’t come straight from your mouth, isn’t it? Let me explain: face to face conversations always seem to be the hardest, so that is why most of us use these blogs to get out our true feelings. For it be one of many reasons such as: too self-conscious, afraid, nervous, or just the simple fact that having a computer screen in front of one’s face, makes them feel as though they can curse the world. What is my reason? I feel as though I’m under some kind of verbal obligation that doesn’t allow me to say what I really want to say, in front of their faces. I’m always so afraid of hurting everyone else’s feelings. So once again, here I am.

You’re sorry you didn’t hear it from my face? There is so much more you have yet to here.

I’m tired of you always being depressed.
I’m tired of how you always put yourself down.
I’m tired of you always feeling sorry for yourself.
I’m tired of you making plans, and canceling plans only to remake said plans later.
I’m tired of how you always say you wasted my time over “all these years.”
I’m tired of you always biting my head off, or being short with me.
I’m tired of you wasting so much unnecessary energy worrying about C, and all the things she has, and what you don’t have.

But there’s still more:

I miss you showing up at my house everyday.
I miss all the adventures we would skip the entire day for.
I miss having you there when I need to talk to someone.
I miss the long random conversations we could come up with.
I miss the midnight runs to ANYWHERE.
I miss seeing you smile and laugh for just a few hours, because it’s then that you’re finally being yourself and not letting everything get you down.
I miss driving long places with the windows down either listening to Keith Urban, or the Gasoline song you always listen to when you’re feeling BA.
I miss the girl that could sit out on the bed of a truck for two hours with me, and not even remember what we talked about, but remember we were laughing uncontrollably at her stupid dog.
I miss having my older sister in my life.

I miss you. I miss having you around. I feel like all I ever do is get on your nerves. Stop being sorry for everything! Chicago sounded like a great trip, but there will always be other times for an even bigger trip. We’re both the same: we beat up on ourselves every chance we get. I know people change, and good things never last, but I don’t think I was quite ready for this to change yet.