Ah, yes, Christmas ruined by tone of voice
Okay it’s not ruined
And no one ever hears the way she talks to me
And I don’t know why her opinion matters
There’s still a little me inside here somewhere that wanted to be the best big sibling there is
I haven’t written about her because I don’t feel like I’m allowed to claim she’s done wrong because I’ve done wrong by her myself.
Being told to calm down like getting irked over people (person, it’s one little sister it’s you) trying to find fault with everything you’re saying is some over the top reaction
No the over the top reaction was me going out and crying by myself while I smoked because I don’t have the fucking energy for this
And no one ever hears it
The tone she uses just for me
You’d think I’m imagining it
You’d think anyways
That’s why no one ever believed me when I said she was being mean
Or I was the older sibling so I had to learn to deal with it
I have, for the most part
But I didn’t have the energy for that shit today
So Christmas with my family was cut short
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