There should be something against hating your sister so much. I went to bed a little after 5 this afternoon because I went to a party last night and got 5 hours of sleep. 10 exactly and my sister comes home, banging, looks in my room and “Oh, you’re asleep, you have an excuse.” She proceeds to start yelling about the parking and yell at mom and I’m yelling at her and she’s saying all sorts of shit. We’ve fought a lot in the past but she’s never namecalled me as much. I wanted to punch her sooo bad. That’s why I hate fighting with her because she never understands how we can be mad. We’re hypocrites. Even though she’s five times worse in her messes and she’s completely irresponsible. I know I’m irresponsible but my irresponsibility can’t ever affect them. Her old car is still sitting in the parking lot and one of these days, WE’LL get in trouble for it because we’re only supposed to have two cars in the lot. Her losing her wallet and/or her passport every few weeks doesn’t affect me except when I have to hear her bitching like crazy and she has an excuse to not open a bank account.

I told her to move out. I doubt she’ll get around to it. I’m the one who did the most when we moved, not her though she likes to think so. I really, really hate her.