Welcome Wandering Souls, To My Kingdom Of Death.

I could bend over backwards and push myself past limits for you so you would be happy and you'd say I never want to do anything with you

I try to set boundaries so I don't make myself sick and you'd say you're an after thought

And that I never cared about you

I spend time trying to think of what you'd like

What would make you happy

And yet even tho it's something you've mentioned you loved before

You find a way to use it against me and say I never listened

But how can I listen to something you've never said until now?

I try to make you happy

I push myself to the point of exhaustion

Yet anytime you're upset, you say I never cared or loved you, you clearly don't matter, you do everything for everyone and no one ever says thank you or tries to do the same for you

But what about that time I knew you were upset so I surprised you with your favorite candy?

What about that time you didn't tell anyone what you wanted until the night before your birthday, and I stayed up well into the night finding ways for the camera you wanted to get there by the morning?

What about the times I made myself silent and let you yell and blame me for everything wrong in your day and life, just because I didn't want you to be upset anymore, even if it made me feel like the worst person inside and like a little kid again?

We're sisters, but we're also adults

I can't spend every second with you

And you can't keep blaming me for having friends and wanting to do things with them

I try to be there for you, I ask you about things in advance and say no to things that interfere with our plans

Yet you say I always prioritize them and do what I want to, and in the same breath you say I'm allowed to do that but I can't be upset when you lash out at me over it

I pick up the trash you leave behind, I collect your dishes, I make sure to spend time with you when you're sad and try to make you smile, I don't have to do these things, but I choose to because I love you and hope it helps you. But you never notice, and you're the one who always accuses me of not caring, just because I can't go to a concert with you

I'm sorry I'm disabled and limited in my energy

I'm sorry I can't go with you to bars and large crowds

I'm sorry I can't do something when you never told me about it in the first place

And I'm sorry that I can't be the sister you seem to want.

I can't be your only person, I can't be your therapist or verbal punching bag. You may have trauma from childhood but you're well into your late twenties now, and you're responsible for how to go about your life and emotions.

Suzanne Collins really wasn't that far off with the Hunger Games. Such fanciful events where rich people dress in extravagant clothes and smooze with each other and gawk at clothes and jewelry and eat extremely expensive food all the while people are fighting for their lives and that of their children in Gaza, Ukraine and other countries wrecked by war.

Zombie: dude you can't just say things like that. You know I love fried brains, are you trying to make me eat you?

Human friend: ope my bad dude

Zombie: nah man it's fine, but now I'm hungry

Human: I gotcha bro, let's get you some brains

Zombie: thanks bro

Calling your bestie your wife/husband in a completely platonic way just because you vibe so hard and you feel so deeply connected to them that no other word can describe it

Like this is my wife she's my bestie I love her and I'd kill for her and no we aren't into each other in a romantic way and we can have romantic partners but I wanna spend the rest of my life with her

There's also benefits from an economic standpoint too because not only would we be able to live together but we'd also be able to cover each other if one loses insurance and sharing costs is wayyy easier

But you don't even have to be legally married to call them your wife/husband

You can just be like that's my wife! I love her!

In this day and age, with the current world the way it is, it just feels like this would vibe so hard