Wednesday, September 12, 2007
my sister tell tall tales in her blog entries.
she's trying so hard to publicize herself,
IN MY CLOTHES.
especially ones i've yet to try on.
damn her.
she made it seem like she has this hedonistic
and rebellious social life.
when in fact,she's chained to her bed frame.
i often wonder how we're related.
and everytime we have a fight, it's always
about her dipping her slimey hands in
my wardrobe. when she does her unscrupulous act,
i have to fucking nag at her but apparently the message
is not being related through her bloody thick skull.
when i physically let out my angst, it's always me
on the losing end.
i hate her.
and the epilogue to our fighting is me trying to make
it better.
why the hell do i feel guilty when she's the one in the wrong?
i fucking hate to care.
but i guess that's just me.
a softie at heart.
and i hate it.
people trample all over my head like a pack of galloping horses.
p.s:i just want to drift into emptiness.
♥XOXO