Ik no ones actually gonna sit and read this but
i feel like this is the only place to rant without anyone i know seeing it. And i know its pathetic doing it here of all places but cut me some slack
I have a twin right.. right. Everyone likes her more than me. And they tell me. Shes dead convinced i copy her too. Like i dyed my hair black, and hers was like a month before me. She told a bunch of people i copied her and i told her that i would never EVER copy her. My hair is short right.. right. She cut hers short and a friend cut it. Said friend comes over to me and asks if im 'jealous my sister has a better haircut than me' then they said i have a botched bob. And i, obviously, told them no... not at all. I dont actually care for that controlling trollop. All my life ive shared a room with her, right... right. January, i finally get my own room away from that thing. Then my mom sets the house on fire, now i live in a camper, in a room the size of a closet with her. She doesnt let me do ANYTHING on my own. She guilt trips me too. Yall, i had a bf this summer (i was his rebound... bc ofc i was. I cant ever mean anything more to anyone.) She LITERALLY came on every date with me and him.
Everyone at school tells her shes 'the better twin' and shes 'the hotter twin' its been like this since 7th grade. Im a fùcking junior. Its made me hate her. I hate her with all my gut. Shes been a little brat all day, talking sh¡t about me to one of MY friends that I INTRODUCED to her. Her friend sent a video of her laughing at me and i asked wth she was doing.. my sisters response? 'Uh... you wouldn't get it.' Fine. What the heĺl ever. Said friend had the audacity to text me when my sister went offline. Dont text me js bc she went offline you fake pr¡ck.
I asked for therapy now her aşs has MY therapist. Im sick of everything and i want it all to end. I lost fuçking everything this year. My house in april, my dog in june, my fake aşs bf in August. My dignity and sanity might as well ditch me just as fast too. My bed is harder than a dog cot. My sister sucks. My parents have favorites. I might as well join my dad and my dog. As much as i cut, cry, break things i never feel better anymore. Everything is lame as hell. Just like me i guess
