Now i finally understand how siblings can hate each other to the core.

Well, if you were willing to sacrifice me for your fucked up sailor, i am more than willing to lose you rather than Wayne. All you ever think about is yourself... and that fucked up sexually deprived sailor. You've forgotten how much of a player he is... well, your funeral.

And i have no desire whatsoever to be close to the girl whom i once acknowledge as "my sister".

I've forgotten who you are. And i don't wish to remember either. All the memories will soon be forgotten. The pictures erased. But the scars will always remain - be it in my heart or on my skin.

Depression sets in again and i feel so alone.

suri thought at 11:48 PM