I. Need. To. Angst.
I have to bitch about my day.
I drove my little sister two hours to the mall (I live in the boondocks...God, I miss college) to buy a dress for winter formal, and followed her around while she shopped---for HOURS! On the way back, all she did was bitch at me about how I'm unhealthy and spend my life on the internet being a lousy person who can't make real friends. Oh, and how I've changed for the worse since I went to college, and have become an uninteresting sex addict, and I'm going to die early. It was...less than fun. And then she told me I had to wake up at seven am to take her to a friend's house. To top it all off, she started ranting about how I'm into "gay stuff" now, and how I'm turning into a lesbian. I basically told her what a bitch she was being, and she screamed at me all the way home.
I shouldn't let her get to me, but I do. I was crying...
God, it just made me so MAD! And then, if I said anything in my defense, she'd just turn and stare out the window and say, "Whatever. I'm done talking to you."
It got REALLY old, really fast. And she started badmouthing all my friends...it got pretty ugly. And I said, "You want to walk home?" And she just smirked, and said, "What, you're just going to leave me here?"
Because she knows I couldn't do that.
And every time I mentioned one of my lesbian or gay friends, she would shudder and say, "Sick. That's disgusting." I was SO close to slapping her. THEN she told me that masturbation was comparable to a cocaine addiction, and I lost it. THIS from a 14-year-old who drinks to excess????????? Where the HELL does she get off?????
Someone, please, make me feel better!
"I am special, I am special! Please, God, please, don't let me be normal!" ---Louisa, The Fantasticks
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Intolerant of intolerance.