We thought we had figured out our unfinished business. That we'd move on and be safe but we didn't move on. Then I ended up here. I thought maybe...Maybe I didn't have the same unfinished business. That doesn't make sense though. They're my family. I wouldn't move on without them.
I'm tired of having to make the most though. When do you get to the part of being dead where you get to rest in peace?