So the thing is... I'm tired of being your punching bag because you're unhappy but won't admit it to yourself much less anyone else or do anything about it. I shouldn't have to feel guilty because you want me to. I didn't rob you of your childhood and I didn't rob you of your innocence. I did not rob you of your youth and I am tired of you treating me like I did. You are in charge of your life it is you who should deal with your own guilt. I am not a piece of shit and I am not weak because I actually am in tune with how I'm doing. I'm sick of your bitchy attitude. You wanna play the game of lets see how long it takes me to find a job? Fine. But I owe it to myself to make sure I am doing okay. And I'm not doing okay. I accept that. I am ready to take whatever measures I need to to get better. I hate how unsupportive you are. I hate that I had to escape to a fucking store to get alone time. I refuse to feel weak and undeserving of this shitty atmosphere I'm in. I don't think I've ever been angrier or more disappointed in you my whole life. You're my sister, you're supposed to be like my mom. Right now you're the enemy. Congratulations, I hope when all this goes down you feel like an asshole because that's what you are. Fuck you.