Twins.

You love, you hate them, they love you, they push you out of planes. I'm sure this will be the situation tomorrow, whilst I celebrate my twin's lovely 18 (her blog, Escaping Reality). She wants to sky-dive. Me being the amazing little/big sister/twin that I am, obliged, tomorrow at noon, we will be arriving at Herlong to jump out of a plane, against all of my survival instincts. Then again, I guess this wouldn't be a bucket list without a sky-diving, would it. Wish me luck, and if you never hear from me again, you'll know why.

Guess which of the two I more relate to?

Wish me luck, and if you pray, though I don't, pray I don't end up like that -------------->>>>>>>

"Life is just a phase you're going through; you'll get over it."