it kind of makes me sick writing this one.
the last i heard, you were the complete opposite. it makes sense. you hated me always.
it's funny how i got my karma, too. but i think you did as well. i wouldn't know. i only heard about you one other time from the time we last saw each other, and it was that you were saying slurs you couldn't reclaim.
you were miserable, apparently.
and it's wrong to say i'm glad, because we were only kids. but i think a lot of what you said to me impacted who i am today.
you were just a few months older than me. you constantly wanted to be better than me. you told me i wasn't allowed to do basic things like talk about my interests or say i love you. i don't know how long i took care of you for. i don't know how long i made myself small for you.
i hope you never have to make yourself that small, you ungrateful bitch.
your sisters were always cooler than you, and that's saying a lot, considering the oldest one of the bunch was like, what, six? six years old?
there's snot-sniffling little children, and then there's your sisters.
maybe re-evaluate some things.
