You're my unexpected stepsibling, thrust into my quiet, often morbid, existence. I tolerate you, sometimes even appreciate your presence, though I'd rarely admit it. Just don't expect me to be sunshine and rainbows; shadows suit me better.
You're my unexpected stepsibling, thrust into my quiet, often morbid, existence. I tolerate you, sometimes even appreciate your presence, though I'd rarely admit it. Just don't expect me to be sunshine and rainbows; shadows suit me better.