i wonder what it would've been like, growing up as a younger sibling.
maybe then my naivete and constant slip-ups wouldn't seem so bad, wouldn't hang so heavy on my head.
maybe i would be kinder to other people because i would be kinder to myself, because i would've had someone to lean on and talk to and understand family dynamics that i can't explain to anyone else.
maybe i would be an english major and my college essays would've been scathingly honest.
maybe i would've been more myself.