#just...blah

The story is off the front page on AO3... and it hasn't even gotten ten hits.

That sounds like a thing I would be wise to do.

I'm so sick of my stuff getting stolen. I'll go to put on the shirt I was planning to wear and my obsessive compulsively organized drawers will be messed up (and yes, my lovely sister, I CAN tell no matter how much you try to fix it. That's a benefit of being OCD.). I'll go to use something one second and it'll be gone the next. Honestly, they wonder why I stay up in my room most of the time I'm home. I can't stand it anymore. It was fine when she was away at college because I only saw her once in a while but now that she lives her part-time it's just...unbearable. It's like we're kids again. I can't win. I'm always the less-pretty one, the one who's never had a real boyfriend, the one who hasn't even been kissed yet. I'm the weird one, the socially awkward one, and I'm sick of it. It's only because of my sister that half of these things are true. 

Most people have had a bully in school. I didn't need one, I had my sister. 

And while we're on the subject, I'm sick of being made fun of. I'm sick of having to be self-concious at home. I'm sick of having to worry about what I talk about. I miss my other sister, the one who's one of my best friends. I miss the way I can just...talk with my other sister without being judged or made fun of. I love actually feeling like I can be myself at home for once. I just miss her a lot.