Being the black sheep
So apparently, I'm a bitch. Wow, nearly 21 years and you're just figuring it out? I never made any excuses. Yeah, you're right. I am pathetic with men. Yeah, I would prefer a good book to going out and buying clothes. So yeah, I can be sarcastic and offend you. This is who I am.
Now, I don't mean to be mean. Our family is practically perfect. Everyone except me. My brother and sister are so close they could practically be twins. They are best friends. My other sisters idolize the two of them. I'm the odd one out. If they need or want something, they come running to me. If not, then I'm just the weird older sister.
Then I had a free day today. Well except I have two tests on friday. I wanted to study but instead I got to help my mom with christmas decorations. I'm sorry, yeah, I'll help, but do you honestly expect me to be all perky and happy about it? I'm not my sisters. I turn 21 in 17 days, I'm not a child any more. I'll leave for 18 months, come home and leave for college. And I may not come back. There is nothing for me here. Whatever. You're my family and I love you, but right now I really do not like you.