She came alittle over one year ago; its hard to imagine she isn't in the room next to me taking nap or out on the porch smoking herself to death. I feel as though she is the only one I know that didn't change over this year. But who knows, may be she did. She always describes herself as being strong; its valid, she survived alot I guess. I just don't know, I love her so much but I have no respect for her whatsoever. She causes all of her own problems and blames everyone else for them. She is a drug addict and a pity hound. I just feel like I can't look past her weaknesses anymore because all she is weak. But then again, last night I sat out on the porch with my parents after she left and talked to them a bit. Over the course of this year we became so close and so strong. This was the hardest year of my family's life and it feels like if she were to come back in a few months on her deathbed again, we would probably take her in in a heartbeat.

This thought isn't complete, I'll come back and finish it later.