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My sister, being her lazy self is sprawled across the couch, she than whispers something, me being in a completely different room, I can’t even hear anything over how loud she has the television. She than, literally, screams my name as if she was in pain, I run into the room panicking, thinking the worst, and she, in the most attitude filled voice I’ve ever heard in at least a week, tells me that we are having pizza for dinner, than calls me a moron, dismiss’ me with a wave of her hand. I mutter swear words under my breath as I leave the room, only to hear her calling me a bitch. I am the younger one, my older sister who I used to look up to, I can’t even stand to be in the same room as most of the time. Every time I get mad at her, and stop talking to her, just leaving the room when she enters it, I get am the one that is told that I am doing something wrong, that I need to say sorry to her, that I need to be the bigger person and not let her, constantly calling me an idiot, or a moron, get to me because, she, doesn’t realize that what she says does hurt. ‘Cause apparently, it’s my fault that I make it easy for her to, “joke”, about how stupid I am. I try so hard to look past all her insults to my intelligence, but sometimes, I do wish that I could just leave and never look back. It happened with my mother and my aunt, who haven’t talked, or seen each other in ten years. I don’t want that to happen to us, I push though that depression I feel, to make sure that she is happy, despite being insulted. Does it make me a bad person to just want to smash her face into a brick wall, repeatedly, just the thought of it calms me down.
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