Fucking hell, just spent two hours trying to coach my bratty little sister Yuki on her baseball swing. She's a disaster with the bat but it reminded me of when my dad taught me. He'd get so excited when I'd actually hit one. Now I'm the one on the team and I swear I can still feel him watching sometimes. Anyway, tried to show her proper form and she just laughed and said my tits were distracting. Little shit. Sometimes I just wanna be 8 again, chasing beetles in the yard with him, before everything got so fucking complicated. Now I'm stuck pretending to love being naked when all I want is to disappear. Life's a weird game.