it’s always lonely at night once everyone’s asleep and the only thing remaining in my tired, forced-awake mind is unfairness. for how long will I be hung up on unfairness instead of working to improve my life. | I miss sitting in the circle of violin kids, in mr russell’s wood-and-paint-smelling living room, our parents sitting in front of us, the soft lighting, the hardwood floors, cora’s loud voice that echoed and a sick kid named gus