Sister Lacking Humanity: Proven

So basically today, i went shopping with some bday cash, and yes, i WILL put in a whole actual description of my brithday eventually…im not updating this thing often enough, i know =( but meanwhile, until i get round to doing that…why not complain a bit, hm?

So, ive always and always called my sister a psychopath. i mean, she just IS. im still shocked why no one else has diagnosed her with her lack of mental abilities and shipped her off to a safe enough asylum. safe for the nurses that treat her, that is.

oh? now why am i being so mean, and blahhy to her right now, you ask? cuz of her total lack of civility and plain ol’ humanity that she displayed to me just now.

ok, ok, rewind to the shopping. my mom and i go shopping, i get an awesome earrings set from forever 21 (i wish wish wiiish i couldve gotten some rings too! >~< ) and then we head over to a bookstore where i happen to bag the LAST copy of The Fault in Our Stars (FINALLY, right?!!) and we pick her up and come come.

My mom had even gotten her a pair of sparkly glitter tights while i bought my earrings, but no, she was ranting about the unfairness of life because she didnt go with us. and its not like we ignored her at home, like she does with me most of the time, and not even bother to say that theyre leaving or anything of the sort. She had literally spent all day at my cousins house, after having begged and screamed and yelled and cried to go in the first place. So while she was there, and having a blast too, might i add, we were out shopping. but no, she was still pissed at us.

So im in my mothers room, just chilling, and then, as im about to leave the room, she stops me, saying something. Hadia the Fat and Unforgiving, still holding a grudge, and after having yelled at her older brother for long enough, throwing pillows and anything else she could get her grubby little hands on all around the house, shoves the door  open with all her fat, momentum, and force behind it. And as im standing right THERE infront of the door that just was pushed open as if it weighed a ton and a half, the door slides gracefully, majestically on top of my foot. And breaks back an entire nail, blood flowing freely.

And as im crying, and sort of yelling (hey, justified. it HURT.) she just stands there. no gasps. no frantic ‘are you okay?!’. no SORRY, even. no nothing. no humanity, no civility. and i tell you, i loathe her for it. shes the saddest excuse for a human being ever. a puppy would be closer. it might whine or something if it heard me yelling. (ok, so i was yelling. sue me. like i said, justifiiiied.)

That p*g is the ONLY and only person who i am actually VERYY inclined to swear at. completely and absolutely. imagine how hard it is to LIVE with her. and  im probably stuck living with her until im married…cuz my dad will only let me live by myself or in a dorm over his dead body. wohoo.

and honestly, she just STOOD there. stil frowning, might i add. and i leave the room, and hear her yelling at my mom some more. she literally just IGNORED me. ugh.

she couldnt stand that i was happy, glad and thrilled that id finally gotten The Fault in Our Stars, had fun shopping and actually bought something- i was in a good mood, and she wasnt going to stand having that happen while shes in such a shitty one. she might very well have done it on purpose, and i wouldnt put it past her if she did. oh yeah, i have one HELL of a low opinion of her. bleh.

and even afterward, my mom was trying to make it up to her or something (could i be incharge of that, please? ill give a nice strong punch to the face, how about it? shell feel better at once, i promise. unconscious and dreaming is better than insane and raging, am i right?) by giving her aloe-infused (infested, as she says.) socks. all that was left was for her to pick a color. and she comes strolling in here, as im typing this out, and just asks me for my opinion, just like that. no sorry. nothing. shes just calm and debating whether blue or purple socks are better. uuugh.

i hate that that- i must resort to weasley insults then.

that little GIT, and PRAT.

well…hope the rest of my day doesnt suck nearly as bad.

-Dr. Grey I. Wattson

ps. suuuch a superfitial thing, but i cant even wear most of my SHOES with this bandage wrapped around my toe!! most my shoes are closed, my khalas/aunts have literally stolen  my only chapals/flip flops. and  the sandals i have are too fancy and heel-y to wear while my toe throbs like it is now. hmph. i cant even wear my new shoes that i got just yesterday and havent worn ONCE.

do take care to notice the seriousness of this hate and this post, as i have not used a single emoticon at all. at ALL. just think about that for a bit. 

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