Some Things Are Meant To Be Broken.

Family Isn’t Something That’s Supposed To Be Static, Or Set. People Marry In, Divorce Out. They’re Born, They Die. It’s Always Evolving, Turning Into Something Else.

Some Things You Don't Have To Tell. Some Things, Between Sisters, Are Understood.

It Doesn't Matter, Anyway, Why You Like Me. Just That You Do.

Like A Blinking Cursor On An Empty Page, It Was Just The First Thing. The Beginning Of The Beginning. But At Least It Was Done.

Sometimes Really, Really Bad Things Happen To People, And There Is No Explanation And No Reason Whatsoever.