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So, yet again, the sisters have proven themselves to be...my christmas humbug.
It would be too depressing to describe the misery they've imposed on me. But it isn't too depressing to describe the joy it would bring to me just to beat the shit out of the two of them, and make them scared of me.
I wish we got along. But we're all too different. My little sister wants to be just like my older sister. I don't know why. I'm just going to assume its ignorance, which comes with youth. They just don't know how beautiful individualism is; being your own you. I'm annoyed.
It would be too depressing to describe the misery they've imposed on me. But it isn't too depressing to describe the joy it would bring to me just to beat the shit out of the two of them, and make them scared of me.
I wish we got along. But we're all too different. My little sister wants to be just like my older sister. I don't know why. I'm just going to assume its ignorance, which comes with youth. They just don't know how beautiful individualism is; being your own you. I'm annoyed.