She’s pissed
At me…
Again.
Big whoop-de-freakin’-doo.
I know what she’s thinking…
Oh woe is me! What a horrible life!
And probably thoughts of killing me.
She glares in my direction.
Only a confirmation of her thoughts.
But, I don’t
Care.
All she gives me are dirty looks and tears.
We are so different.
Yet so alike…
In that we both just don’t
Care.
No Respect.
No Love.
Not anymore at least.
Just fighting,
Frustration,
And cold, unyielding,
Rejection.
What are we?
What have we become?
We are Sisters
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Comments
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"that was fun" 8)
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I could be your BIGGEST FAN! but I'm too lazy.
You're just jealous because I can act like a retard in public and people still love me!
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"that was fun" 8)
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I could be your BIGGEST FAN! but I'm too lazy.
You're just jealous because I can act like a retard in public and people still love me!
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"that was fun" 8)
it's my sis
we get into many many fights more than usual now...
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I could be your BIGGEST FAN! but I'm too lazy.
You're just jealous because I can act like a retard in public and people still love me!
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I could be your BIGGEST FAN! but I'm too lazy.
You're just jealous because I can act like a retard in public and people still love me!
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"that was fun" 8)
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