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April 25, 2013
It's dark in my living room, as rain pours from the sky. I'm fueling my mood with chocolate covered raisins. Again, my sister isn't talking to me. So funny. We each think we have excellent people skills. She sees herself as the master social butterfly. I see myself as the brave communication warrior. So I ask myself...is it her? or is it me? Why can't we talk about our disagreements? Obviously, we each have the ability to say words and to hear. So, why do we not want that to happen? What's the fear? Heartbreak? Chaos? Not by me.