the lies we tell and the prisons they make.

TRIGGER WARNING.

It was not lost on me as a child that my older sister didn’t like me. What I know to be true now is that she hates herself profoundly more than me, or anyone else for that matter. She was two years older than I was, and although I spent the majority of my high school years painfully shy, I somehow managed to either fuck or make out with many of the “popular” boys in her grade. This was not the reason for her disdain towards me, but it definitely didn’t help my disposition with her either. But I digress, because this story is not about her at all.