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.

Stupid bitches.