ThoughtDuJour

I act like I hate your friends, but it's cause i'm jealous. I get to see you breifly in the mornings when I try to sneak into your room with out waking you (and usually failing) to borrow shoes, and when you sneak into my room with out waking me (and usually failing) to return something you borrowed.

you're such a ghost, and I resent that you spend so much time out side while I sit listening for the door to see if maybe you've come home early. I miss you a alot, and I don't deal well with that; so I end up hating you.

If asked how to sum you up, i wouldn't know how.

you smell like japanese cherry blossom?

you are idiotically generous?

you have the most amazing sense of style?

you give really horrid hugs?

you play kickass uno games?

you have a mesmerizing singsong voice?

you give good advice?

you have an annoying sense of right and wrong?

you can be incredibly self rightious?

you have uncontrolable emotions?

you take responsibility to a whole new level?

you can be an incredible support/deterent?

you are my sister.

and I will miss you far too much when you leave.

I'm not going to tell you, because you'll feel guilty and inclined to stay; you'll say its to protect me from them until I, too, can move out.

But I wont say a thing, because youd deserve to live your life for you, you deserve to be happy, and you deserve to have freedom after living here with us so long.

While you're out making wedding plans, romancing with him, going to university and discovering what you want, i'll be at home, wishing i could play another game of uno and let you win, for once.

I just really hope that you visit often enough that I wont resent you for leaving.