Sometimes I believe that there is some hope in humanity, that somewhere in this world, someone can be friendly, humble, able to help people without wanting something in exchange,... You know, good qualities for a nice human. But then I see my sister and I lose hope immediately.
She is one of the dullest, craziest person I've ever met. Her body is covered with really bizarre tattoos, she's quite thin and she's always angry with something or someone. She's not really bright and sometimes she can be a real headache, but at least she can be friendly when she's in a good mood and she's one hell of a painter. But of course, you'd think that the logical thing to do when you can paint good is selling your work, but no way if you are my sister, because she thinks that it's better to keep the paints inside the house.
You see my point of view, right?
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