I’m not my sister.
She shaved her hair.
Mine goes to the middle of my back
She doesn’t care about her academics.
I base my self worth on my grades and my GPA.
I’m not my sister.
She doesn’t like physical touch.
I crave a hug from the people that I love the most.
She won’t willingly read.
I read 9 books a month.
I’m not my sister.
She is a “You Only Live Once” and “Go with the flow” type of person
I have a color coded planner that I live in.
She works in fast food.
I work in retail.
I’m not my sister.
We have the same genetics. The same last name.
But I am not and never will or want to be my sister.
