**To my sister—
Not out of love, but out of unbearable truth.**
There was a time I would’ve called you my best friend.
Now I feel like I’m choking on the pieces of that bond you shattered.
You speak like I’m the villain in your story, but I swear I’ve bled more for you than you’ll ever know.
Every time I tried to stand up for myself, you mocked me, tore me down, made me feel smaller than I ever thought possible.
You treated my pain like entertainment. My silence? You filled it with cruel laughter.
I wish I could forget you—but forgetting would mean pretending you didn’t carve scars into me just by being you.
It hurts to breathe around memories of us.
I need you to understand this:
I’m not sending this to make you feel guilty.
I’m sending this because my soul feels tired from carrying the grief of having a sister I can't turn to.
You can call it dramatic. You can laugh at it. But this is my truth, and I refuse to keep it locked away anymore.
Don’t reply to this if all you have is venom.
I’m done drinking poison to keep this twisted version of family alive. /joke
