THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I really do hate my sister.
She just walked in. The Ataris are playing. THE ATARIS! The goddamn Ataris who have 100% nothing wrong with them. Especially "In This Diary" (which was on when she came in). And she comes up and goes "Your music...Sucks."
And then leaves.
My music.
Sucks.
Says a girl
Who likes Hilary Duff.
Hilary fucking Duff.
And my music sucks?
Just because my music is good and has meaning and I don't want to be a cheerleader, does that make it right for her to treat me that way.
I should treat her like the freak she is.
But I don't.
You would never know we were related. Seriously. She's all peppy and social and has a crappy taste in music. And everyone likes her.
Hey, let's ignore the individual who is a failure but at least can think for herself and focus on the ditzy prep who is gonna cheer next year.
Woo-hoo. That makes sense.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
I so do not understand people.
....
I need to get this album too....Reel Big Fish, in case you were wondering. Which you probably weren't.
Anyway. Back to *HER*. I still don't get it.
The girl is a complete hypocondriac and had to go home early today because of "chest pains" (she probably made it up). She goes to the nurse every fucking day. I haven't been to the nurse since fifth grade. And that's saying something.
And she's mean. Like a lot.
And not just sarcastic like I am. She means what she says.
How did I end up with a sister like her?
I'm pretty sure some sisters get along. Alix and Niki do. They get a long great.
WHY COULDN'T WE BE LIKE THAT???
Why couldn't my sister and I be able to sit in the same room together withour throwing someting at each other or her coming up and slapping me for something I didn't do.
Whatever.
In.....Four years, I can move away and never see or speak to her again until I'm thirty.
That'll be good.