#fuckingreally

I can't even with this bullshit. Finn your ass better be returning tonight.

You know, as someone who just last week finished Lymond Chronicles and thought she had left all this nonsense behind her, Kings Rising is a RUDE AWAKENING.

So the thing is... I'm tired of being your punching bag because you're unhappy but won't admit it to yourself much less anyone else or do anything about it. I shouldn't have to feel guilty because you want me to. I didn't rob you of your childhood and I didn't rob you of your innocence. I did not rob you of your youth and I am tired of you treating me like I did. You are in charge of your life it is you who should deal with your own guilt. I am not a piece of shit and I am not weak because I actually am in tune with how I'm doing. I'm sick of your bitchy attitude. You wanna play the game of lets see how long it takes me to find a job? Fine. But I owe it to myself to make sure I am doing okay. And I'm not doing okay. I accept that. I am ready to take whatever measures I need to to get better. I hate how unsupportive you are. I hate that I had to escape to a fucking store to get alone time. I refuse to feel weak and undeserving of this shitty atmosphere I'm in. I don't think I've ever been angrier or more disappointed in you my whole life. You're my sister, you're supposed to be like my mom. Right now you're the enemy. Congratulations, I hope when all this goes down you feel like an asshole because that's what you are. Fuck you.