God, kill me now.
Today has been crappy.
Very, very crappy.
My mom decided to make a "Big Breakfast" consisting of eggs, sausage (That smelled really good, dammit.) and hash browns (peices of potato.) It was okay, but the eggs were really dry and I almost choked on a piece of fucking potato and no one cared.
>:|
They were like "Are you okay? God, Kathleen, those pieces of potato aren't that big. You can't choke on those, lololol."
;_;
Then they laughed. And shared stories about choking on stuff.
Anyway, then my dad, my sister and I decided to make a trip to Fry's, Walmart and the hockey rink. We got everything we needed from Walmart and the rink, but we got forty-dollar headphones at Fry's. I get home, plug them into my computer, and the left headphone-thing doesn't work. I didn't notice the whole way home because I had it behind my ear to listen to the dynamic duo gab. :|
At Mcdonalds, my dad only asked Kimberly what she wanted. He didn't even look at me. I had no idea I was supposed to speak up. So I just got a handful of french fries and a couple of drags on Kimberly's supersized soda.
They never let me get supersized. If I ask, all they do is go "You don't need it, do you?"
I swear, every time they get together they gang up on me. I make one false move, one misstep and they fall on it like a couple of starving vultures. And if I don't do anything wrong, my sister brings up shit I've done BEFORE. She'll think back to before she was born. "Oh hey, remember when you counted like this? ONE TWO SEVEN FOUR THREE BOOK."
Then they'll just laugh at me. Its very hurtful, and she has alot of shit on me. I don't have anything on her that she doesn't fucking laugh at. It would be different if she didn't laugh at every insult. Now they only thing that gets to her is physical violence, and as the older sibling, I can't do that. She can hit me all she wants, and she only gets yelled at for a minute. But if I hit HER, oh god. I'd probably get grounded from everything.
I'm tired of her being babied. She's going into seventh grade, for heaven's sake. When I was going into seventh grade I certainly wasn't coddled like HER. She leaves her paper plates and cups and shit out from when she eats. All over the table, and when another meal comes around, she just pushes the old stuff out of the way. And when my parents tell her to clean it up she ignores the or says "Get over it." her new catchphrase.
And to top it all off, she's prettier than me. She dresses like a tomboy, and she's prettier than me. At the eye doctor, he was like "Ooh, she has pretty eyes. Come see. :D They're beautiful." My mother has called her beautiful on two different occasions, and probably more than that. Me? Nothing. Nada. Zip.
God.
I hate my life right now.
Very, very crappy.
My mom decided to make a "Big Breakfast" consisting of eggs, sausage (That smelled really good, dammit.) and hash browns (peices of potato.) It was okay, but the eggs were really dry and I almost choked on a piece of fucking potato and no one cared.
>:|
They were like "Are you okay? God, Kathleen, those pieces of potato aren't that big. You can't choke on those, lololol."
;_;
Then they laughed. And shared stories about choking on stuff.
Anyway, then my dad, my sister and I decided to make a trip to Fry's, Walmart and the hockey rink. We got everything we needed from Walmart and the rink, but we got forty-dollar headphones at Fry's. I get home, plug them into my computer, and the left headphone-thing doesn't work. I didn't notice the whole way home because I had it behind my ear to listen to the dynamic duo gab. :|
At Mcdonalds, my dad only asked Kimberly what she wanted. He didn't even look at me. I had no idea I was supposed to speak up. So I just got a handful of french fries and a couple of drags on Kimberly's supersized soda.
They never let me get supersized. If I ask, all they do is go "You don't need it, do you?"
I swear, every time they get together they gang up on me. I make one false move, one misstep and they fall on it like a couple of starving vultures. And if I don't do anything wrong, my sister brings up shit I've done BEFORE. She'll think back to before she was born. "Oh hey, remember when you counted like this? ONE TWO SEVEN FOUR THREE BOOK."
Then they'll just laugh at me. Its very hurtful, and she has alot of shit on me. I don't have anything on her that she doesn't fucking laugh at. It would be different if she didn't laugh at every insult. Now they only thing that gets to her is physical violence, and as the older sibling, I can't do that. She can hit me all she wants, and she only gets yelled at for a minute. But if I hit HER, oh god. I'd probably get grounded from everything.
I'm tired of her being babied. She's going into seventh grade, for heaven's sake. When I was going into seventh grade I certainly wasn't coddled like HER. She leaves her paper plates and cups and shit out from when she eats. All over the table, and when another meal comes around, she just pushes the old stuff out of the way. And when my parents tell her to clean it up she ignores the or says "Get over it." her new catchphrase.
And to top it all off, she's prettier than me. She dresses like a tomboy, and she's prettier than me. At the eye doctor, he was like "Ooh, she has pretty eyes. Come see. :D They're beautiful." My mother has called her beautiful on two different occasions, and probably more than that. Me? Nothing. Nada. Zip.
God.
I hate my life right now.