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There is a fine line between being nice and insulting someone. I would assume being so close to me that you'd see my pain when you insult me right away. The only thing you ever think about is money, and your well being. Never others. I feel so sorry for your cool boyfriend who is always at your side obeying your orders. I finally found out who you are and what you are. You like to please people and be shown affection and attention as a reward. If someone were to rebel against you in any sort of way like getting a little more allowance. You'll throw a fit. How can you be really strict about being respectful to your elders and enforce it onto our younger siblings when you DON'T RESPECT me. I'm am still the eldest and you are still the second. I'm not sure if you getting into some big shot school has made your ego ever larger, but I'm tired of you throwing me around and creating a false image of me being pathetic, useless and a free loader. I'd rather be suffering in sorrow and being broke than to ask our parents for anything. I feel like such a burden more than anyone in this family, and I want to get out because of how everyone treats me. I'm looked down upon and practically looked at as a dog or whatnot because of the 'amazing' other sibling. It's obvious that you are the favorite among us two. What do you want from me? What kind of kick do you get out of insulting me? Do you even have a fucken HEART anymore? You use people. And I'm tired of you. I don't ask for much, and I'm proud that I don't. Our parents already have it hard. Why make it harder? I'm sure you'd never understand. You're so absorbed with you. just you. Well good luck when we grow older.
I won't open my door for you.
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