My sister ranted to me today about life.
And well, let's just say it wasn't pleasant. Apparently, I'm the most horrible person in the world to her. I don't help her at all. I haven't done a single nice thing to her since the day I was born. To her, I'm a horrible person. I'm lazy, I'm mean, and I don't do anything nice. I just sit around and make fun of her and call her names.
Ha, I'm getting to a point where I actually believe all that. I'm a stupid, mean, lazy, horrible sister. I don't help my sisters at all. I don't play with them, I don't help them on homework, I don't talk to them half the time. I yell at them for walking into my room.
Shiz, I'm pretty effing mean. And I really don't know how to fix it.
My mom used to always say, "You're so nice to your friends, but you're so mean to your sisters."
Well, I've reached a point where I truly believe it. Home is where I release all the stress and anger I have from school and other such places.
And sometimes, like now, I really feel bad about how poorly I treat my sisters, but I really don't know how to make up for it anymore. And well, they hate me already. What can I really do?
Ha, those of you that read this, I hope you don't hate me for this, but this is the side I don't show.
Love it or hate it, that's me.
And well, let's just say it wasn't pleasant. Apparently, I'm the most horrible person in the world to her. I don't help her at all. I haven't done a single nice thing to her since the day I was born. To her, I'm a horrible person. I'm lazy, I'm mean, and I don't do anything nice. I just sit around and make fun of her and call her names.
Ha, I'm getting to a point where I actually believe all that. I'm a stupid, mean, lazy, horrible sister. I don't help my sisters at all. I don't play with them, I don't help them on homework, I don't talk to them half the time. I yell at them for walking into my room.
Shiz, I'm pretty effing mean. And I really don't know how to fix it.
My mom used to always say, "You're so nice to your friends, but you're so mean to your sisters."
Well, I've reached a point where I truly believe it. Home is where I release all the stress and anger I have from school and other such places.
And sometimes, like now, I really feel bad about how poorly I treat my sisters, but I really don't know how to make up for it anymore. And well, they hate me already. What can I really do?
Ha, those of you that read this, I hope you don't hate me for this, but this is the side I don't show.
Love it or hate it, that's me.
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