Mi hermana estupida esta una PUNTA
Is it bad that my own sister is driving me INSANE. The thing is, we're not fighting, no. She's just so gosh darn frustrating. And Stacy or Jessica don't you dare repeat this! So, she's lost a lot of weight. She looks really good and she has more confidence and I'm glad for that. But there comes a time where one has too much confidence and becomes ridiculously narcissistic. She's reached that point, IMO.
Like, it's just little things, I tried to tell her this story tonight. Not an important story, but I thought it was funny and she breaks in "OMG so Ryan left me this message on my facebook" Awesome Lindsay! That's cool. I wasn't trying to talk. So I try to talk again, calling her out on the interruption, joking. Then I carry on and again she goes, "And so I left him this message back..." That's funny Lindsay. Last time I checked I didn't give a fuck. So I let her talk and I went into my room. I'm sick of this shit. It happened last night too. I tried to get a word in and she just kept talking over me and interrupting me. I eventually give up and let her talk. It's like she has something to prove to me because it's Ryan this, Ryan that, at the bar the other night, OMG this guy hit on me...
'These pants are too big for me, you want them?'. That's under my skin SO bad. I put on weight this year. It's embarassing and I'm having trouble dealing with it enough, I don't need her basically putting it in my face. She lost weight, I'm proud of her. But like, she gave me one of her old work shirts. "here Jessica, its a 2x and it's too big for me now." WTF? What the fuck gives her the right to talk down to me like that? She's so fucking catty about it too. I informed her that it would be way too big on me as well, since I wear a Large. Her reply is 'how, I mean, I'm in an XL and well..." What The Fuck?
And today, she walks in the kitchen where me, my cousin Emily and my mom are, and she gives me back 2 of my shirts that she's borrowed while I was gone and says "oh, here you can have these back now, I didn't like the way they fit me. And here are these black capris, they're too big for me now too." I was like, "oh, so because they're too big for you, they'll fit me?" I want to scream at her. Get up in her face and be like "Who the fuck do you think you are?!?" But of course, I went upstairs to my room. Again. So, sorry about the rant. I had to get it off my chest. Night.
Like, it's just little things, I tried to tell her this story tonight. Not an important story, but I thought it was funny and she breaks in "OMG so Ryan left me this message on my facebook" Awesome Lindsay! That's cool. I wasn't trying to talk. So I try to talk again, calling her out on the interruption, joking. Then I carry on and again she goes, "And so I left him this message back..." That's funny Lindsay. Last time I checked I didn't give a fuck. So I let her talk and I went into my room. I'm sick of this shit. It happened last night too. I tried to get a word in and she just kept talking over me and interrupting me. I eventually give up and let her talk. It's like she has something to prove to me because it's Ryan this, Ryan that, at the bar the other night, OMG this guy hit on me...
'These pants are too big for me, you want them?'. That's under my skin SO bad. I put on weight this year. It's embarassing and I'm having trouble dealing with it enough, I don't need her basically putting it in my face. She lost weight, I'm proud of her. But like, she gave me one of her old work shirts. "here Jessica, its a 2x and it's too big for me now." WTF? What the fuck gives her the right to talk down to me like that? She's so fucking catty about it too. I informed her that it would be way too big on me as well, since I wear a Large. Her reply is 'how, I mean, I'm in an XL and well..." What The Fuck?
And today, she walks in the kitchen where me, my cousin Emily and my mom are, and she gives me back 2 of my shirts that she's borrowed while I was gone and says "oh, here you can have these back now, I didn't like the way they fit me. And here are these black capris, they're too big for me now too." I was like, "oh, so because they're too big for you, they'll fit me?" I want to scream at her. Get up in her face and be like "Who the fuck do you think you are?!?" But of course, I went upstairs to my room. Again. So, sorry about the rant. I had to get it off my chest. Night.