I've grown to be that way, too. Thing is, this is my sister. My own sister.

After all of the manipulation and the several times she stabbed me in the back, I still love her. I'll always love her. It wasn't always like that, not until the drugs took hold, before that she was the sweetest person I knew, my best friend. She was there for me when no one was and built me up every single time my dad or some kid at school tore me down. She was all I had for a long time. Now I have others, but she's not here. It just breaks my heart.