I haven't been back home in almost six months now. I tell my mom it's because of my graduate assistantship and all the research I have to do for my thesis, but that's a lie. I'm just sitting here in my studio apartment at 2am staring at my phone and feeling like a total fake. I feel like a coward, honestly. I'm supposed to be an adult but I feel like I'm 15 again and I'm hiding in a closet. It’s mostly because of my brother's room. Leo's room is like... it’s like a graveyard that nobody is allowed to bury.