And spills and spills and spills.

It's amazing how you always apologise after all that drama, oblivious to the fact that the damage has already been done. It probably would have been better for our relationship if you never said 'sorry'. Because i know you don't mean it.

Because if you did, the same damn scenario wouldn't occur over and over again like CD player playing a scratched CD. Your apologies ring hollow in my ear, just like your proclamations of love.

Afterall, when you get the slightest bit agitated, you take all of them back. After 19+ years of this, do you think i'd bother anymore? It's sick the way you grovel for love, when you're the one who takes it away from me in the first place. I'm so sick and tired of treading carefully around you, afraid to get you agitated. I can't be bothered.

You may be my sister, but you've taken away the love I should feel for you. You've slowly eroded it away like the river does to make a valley. I feel empty now. And i'm glad for it.

Because i know there's going to be a sequel to this.