I've worked my sister up to be a perfect angel of altruism and love in my head, while after years of torture as a child my brother has become the personalification of all evil and the judger of my soul in my mind. I spend most of my days worrying that I'll turn into him while devoting myself to the idea of keeping her alive.
At the same time, there's no one else in my estimation who would ever match my siblings, which has kind of mucked up my ideas about human relationships just a little bit.
I could, of course, extrapolate, but that's the gist.
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At the same time, there's no one else in my estimation who would ever match my siblings, which has kind of mucked up my ideas about human relationships just a little bit.
I could, of course, extrapolate, but that's the gist.