I get that we’re family. And I’ve tried to advise you to the best of my ability, but I really think you love to be miserable.
You are not only my sibling, you are my best friend. You are my confidante, my cushion, my motivator.
This is actually what 9/10 of the interactions between me and my brother look like.
She is your number one go-to for brutal honesty. And for the perfect caption on social media.
I’ve always known there was something different about Jean but, for all her cruelty, I never expected this.
Don’t spend the time that you’re single “waiting” for Mr. Right. Spend it working — on yourself.
Tolerance is freeing.
You were my rock as I made my life mistakes, as my heart broke, and as I reached my dreams.