boodie | a muse...

Last night, I was in the bedroom doing stuff, when i could hear, from the loungeroom, the sound of voices, it was the two hatchies talking to each other, laughing and sharing stuff, and I was thrilled, because I remember when my Sister and I were that age, all we ever did most of the time was fight, yell and scream, I hated my sister, with all my heart when i was 14.. I'd hated her from when I was about 10 onwards, and it wasn't even her fault. I actually hated my father, and my sister was my fathers favourite, so because I didn't have the ability to express my hatred to my father, I took it out on my sister, I made her life hell, like she made mine, we fought, yelled, screamed, stole from each other, it cant have been pleasant for my Mum.

Then she left home when i was 16, and like a light bulb going off, i realised i missed her, quite a lot and that my god!! I did actually love her, and that it wasn't her fault that my father was an alcoholic abuser, and from then on, she's been my best friend... I hope that my two end up best friends.