Blood Runs, Love never chases.

I have a sister. Her name is Stephanie. This is just an introduction to the thousands of pages that I could write about her. Who is she exactly? She's loving, she's bitter, she's bile, she's amazing, she's my sister, not yours, not theirs, but mine. I was lucky enough to be blessed with a sister that was more than just a pain in my ass while I was a young, immature teenager, but now that I have...somewhat, matured - I have come to a conclusion, without my sister, I'd be very upset. I don't think I'd be half as awesome as I am if it weren't for my sister. Constantly I'm told "Hey, dude, your sisters pretty hot" and as gross as I find that to be, I wish she was fat and ugly sometimes. Just kidding. I'm glad my sister is who she is, from the time I shot her in the face with a nerf gun and it stuck straight to her glasses, to the countless times she's sacrificied her time to take me to work so I could make money.

My sisters more than extrodinary, some people might say shes unordinary, odd, a bitch, but that's because they don't know her like we know her.

We? Friends, Family, close ones. She's the cover of the book that's being judged, but until you unfold her hard back cover you won't ever actually get to know the fine print that makes my sister who she is. So those guys that gave up on her, those guys that were too pathetic and like wasting her time, I have something to say, Good luck ever being as happy as you could ever be, because that's what my sister brings to the table.

They say family runs thicker than blood or some shit like that, I don't know what it means entirely, and I'm way too tired to think. So to the world that's burdened my sister, a big fuck you goes out to the lot of you.

+Fuck You.
Sincerely, Jeffrey "The Amazing" Butler.