Alors, c'est ma vie!

There are two kinds of relationship.
Friends.
Family.
Please do tell me if there's more.

Friends are people you decide to keep forever or to cut clean with.
Best friends.
Just friends.
Barely friends.
One day you are together, the other you're not.

Family, on the other hand, isn't your choice to make.
They stick to you no matter you like it or not.
They'll always be there, like they say, "till death do us part."

Honey, that's why you need to pound on every word you choose.
You can easily hurt people and the pain won't go away.
It won't go away no matter if you delete the mails or not. 
It won't go away no matter how many times you say you're sorry.

I can easily cut clean with a friend, and I won't regret. 
But you are so much different.
I already lost a sister, and I don't want to lose you, too.  Do you know that?
I'm not going to let you know that I cried over your mail, and I'm not going to let you know how much tear I shed during the past three days.
Even though I already know you didn't really mean what you said, the words you chose are still killing me.

Do me a favor. 
Read whatever you're writing to me again before you hit SEND in future.
Goodwill hurts, and so does mindlessness.