When you're born, you're born into this world as one person. One breathing, living, creature. You come into this world alone, and you leave alone.

But what you're born into isn't solidarity. You're born into a family. Not by choice, but more by pure coincidence and sheer fate.

Is it fair to be born into something you can't choose for yourself? I would think no, but there really isn't anyway around it.

Some days I can be pleasant and take your shit, but not today. You test my sanity, my state of well-being. We will never see eye to eye, you're always right. Shut up already. In the car tonight, I was on the brink of freaking out. But you don't care, no you really don't.

Here comes the good part, finally.

I have really fantastic friends.
The imperfect, unassuming, loyal best friends. The family that you're meant to have, the ones that make you feel alive. The family you enjoy and cherish, not the one you're born into.