we wouldn’t be here if i didn’t make the selfish decision to come here. this is my fault, and i don’t understand why you won’t let me come home and help. fuck. i can help if you’d let me, but you say “it’s not my problem to worry about.” 

of course it’s my problem. i’m part of the family too, aren’t i? i could easily come back and help out if you’d let me. and we could put everything on pause until everything’s better.

i just had to let that out.