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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