Katie is in the other room and I can hear her hurtful cries of heartbreak and pain.
I hate this.
I don't know what to do. I'm staying away figuring if she needs a shoulder, she knows mine's here.
I think right now she wants to be alone to cry her eyeballs out.
I feel helpless.
I hate this.
She hates it more.
Oh, God, please take the pieces of my sister's broken heart and heal them and make it new again.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
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