i’ve slowly realized i’ll probably never have a friendship as good as those i have with my siblings. my older sister and i specifically get along a little too well; we can be mirror images of each other at times. we started playing until dawn together, and it’s been fucking great. every night i’ve been looking forward to it.
even though i can’t say i admire or enjoy my family as a whole, i do enjoy my siblings’ company. hell, probably the fact that my sister and i collectively critique the ways we were raised has made us closer. i’m thankful for that much.
the only relevant photo i have is one of the back of my aforementioned sister’s head. you’ll never see this, but you’re the best mel.
