I used to have a lil' sister

(She's the one with the stud on her lips with long hair)


I used to have a little sister; a sister that was born from different womb. I knew her when I was in my early days as a misguided, disillusioned teenager. She came up to me first and introduce herself to me and the rest was history. We clicked. We clicked so well that I confessed my love towards her but got rejected. It wouldn’t worked out anyways. Because I already saw her as a little sister in the first place.

We shared a lot of time together. Precious times. Pointless times. It didn’t matter because we were just sharing stuff and psycho shit that an adult would never understand. I’m an adult now and I can never understand why was I filled with rage and anger last time. I guess it’s true that and adult will never understand the young ones. It’s just the way of nature not to meddle with. Anyways, sorry for the tiny digress, back to the topic now.

So, it’s almost forever now that I last talk to her. She enrolled into my college but we rarely hang out like we did the last time. I guess it’s true what they say. Some friendship will never last if one doesn’t make the effort. And I think that applies to the rule of a relationship too. Again, my apologies for the diversion.

I went my old email account today and checked out some of the stuff she mailed to me. Some of it made me smile and some of it showed her rotten-spoiled –brat -childlike behavior. Always wanting attention and focusing on her pain and her sufferings when she doesn’t see mine and let me remind you, we were all still kids back then.

After finally reading some of her mails, I finally realized that I actually do care about her. It’s just that I’m so sick of her behavior now and how she acts. A part of her seems to be disappearing and I find it amazing.


A transition from an angel to a stained angel.

I’m not implying that it’s bad and all but I’m just wondering what happened to her. Why didn’t she ask me if something was wrong?

Still, she’s a grown girl now and I realize that I don’t need to protect her anymore. She has her boyfriend and her army of fake friends anyway (sarcastic mode is on fire now).

Anyways Ira, if you’re reading this blog or stumbled upon it out of some weird miracle, let me just say that I still love you little sis’ and you know I’m still around if you need a shoulder to cry on or to blow your ugly snot out.

Love Ya.

Azraai