May She Who Is Without Sin Cast The First Stone, But Then Again Perhaps Those In Stained Glass Houses

I am the funniest bitch at the gynecologist

I hope I’m a better sister to you than she was to me. I love you so much it hurts. I think about you every day. You’re an ass, you can be a pain, and you can be unkind. But I would walk into fire for you. I would do anything to keep you safe. I wish I could do more for you.

I don’t know how you see me, but I’d rather be kind and uncertain, than never be kind at all.

I hope you know how much I love you.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone with a dysfunctional family! My your turkey be tender and your patience be steadfast

Remember. Any room can be a guest room if you put your guests there.

So it goes, I suppose

For what is to come. For what has passed.

That what I have can remain forever and never change.

To love my dear ones, and to be loved in return.

To stay forever. To run away and never return.

To make a name for myself. To never be known.

I still think about you, by the way.

How could I not? We grew up together. You can see in our cadence, in our mannerisms. We are permanently intertwined to an extent, whether we we'd like to be or not. You shaped me, and I shaped you.

My father still talks about you too. We were products of our environment. And it was not fair to us. I hope you know that. How they spoke to and about us affected us in ways intangible.

I hope you are well, wherever you may be. I think I will always love you, in my own way.

Something is twisting around my ribs and gripping my tongue. It's sitting in my throat. I can see it, but it won't talk to me. I don't know if it can.