I dislike you more every day. As hard as it’ll be I almost hope we lose the house so I won’t have to live with your lazy, filthy, sloppy, selfish, greedy, rude, demanding, thieving, lying, sorry excuse for a sister anymore. I think back to when we were kids and I miss our good times. I miss the laughs we used to share. But we aren’t children anymore. We are adults, and you are five years my elder yet you act like a sorry teenager. I’m so sick of you.

My mother knows you are the way you are and she hates it, but she won’t do anything about it. She lies down and lets you walk all over her. She lets you get away with everything and gets mad at me when I try to stand up for myself. Then she will pour her heart out to me about how she doesn’t know what to do because she loves you.

Well, she does. I know. You’re her daughter. I love you too. You’re my sister. But I can’t take it anymore. Once we’re out of this house I’m DONE with you. I wash my hands of you. DO NOT COME CRYING TO ME and asking for a place to live because the answer will be NO.