It's funny I always daydream about something that is gonna take place soon.

And then as a result I get my hopes up.

Reality kicks in and wahlah slap on the wrist; stop thinking too much.

I told my brother he might not be able to go.

I think that's what's hurting me more.

My brother was disappointed he probably won't get a chance to get to know him.

My little brother is growing up. 

He wants to see me happy.

I don't know what's making me cry more.