All that whiny little fucker lives for is getting me in trouble, and I am SICK of it. She whines that I ignore her, but if I freaking touch the kid, it's "WAAAH MOMMY SUPER DUCK BROKE MY FACE" followed by fifteen minutes of fake, exaggerated crying. I refuse to ever go anywhere with my mother and sister ever again. They suck at life.
Mommy is a giant attention whore, who pretends to have these panic attacks whenever she drives anywhere that is long-distance. They're so fake. She had one today simply because she wanted to go to fucking Big Lots. (Which is, in case you don't know, a Walmart-like store, except smaller.)
Ever since I woke up this morning, it's been nothing but shit. I want to go home. The sister has been a huge brat, and apparently it's somehow my fault, so I deserve to be screamed at like a dog. God, I hate family. Why'd I get stuck with a bunch of freaks? Why can't I have a nice, normal family that I can actually be around for more than 5 minutes? It is only in this bizarro world that trying to quiet a loud, bratty kid makes you a horrible person.
Call me an angsty scrooge, but I always really hate the holiday season. It's so full of this shit. It was the same last year. My mom had a huge, screaming bitch-fit because I calmly asked my sister to leave me alone. I didn't yell, I just said, "I don't want to talk now." And somehow it was all my fault.
Look, mom, I'm sorry you feel like you got it wrong the first time, but I promise you I'm a hell of a lot more well-adjusted than Miss No-Discipline. By the time she's my age, either all her arteries will be clogged from the McDonalds you let her eat, or she'll have slept with every guy on the football team.