January 15, 2013
Is it her, or is it me? I can't tell. I don't know why she is mad at me. I do know that she used to be the one person that gave me love and acceptance. The closest person on earth to me. My sister. One doesn't choose a sister, but I suppose one chooses whether or not to befriend a sister. I don't know what it would be like to have a sister that's not a friend, but I think I'm starting to find out. I'm not southern enough? Thoughtful enough? Entertaining enough? What? Not controllable, too energetic. Me.