Syvelocin
January 4th, 2011, 09:27 PM
Dear Sam,
What the fuck is your problem? You act like you have the worst life in the world. What the fuck? You have no fucking reason to be upset. Other than having a sister who wish you'd die, there is nothing (while I do understand that's a large problem within itself, however, this isn't the reason you throw tantrums every day is it?). You're a fucking little Christian, blond, soccer player, spoiled rotten. You have nothing wrong with you, but you get upset on a daily basis more than even we do! You have to cry at least once a week right? And the person with real problems in their life, the one fighting a raging war with herself on a daily basis, facing hell each and every day, who's also fucking bipolar as well, gets upset less than you do. And even then, she has more reason to be upset. You don't even notice the scars on her arms and the unhappiness she faces.
Oh, fuck, you have an attitude when you don't get what you want. Big fucking deal. While we're rotting away in psych wards with mental problems, real fucking problems, all you can think about is your mediocre little elementary problems. You're 11. What do you have to be upset about? You have a normal life, you're spoiled by parents who love you. At 11, I had already figured out the world. At 11, I already hit my first depression spell. I had already been in therapy, molested, abused. What gives you the right? You're a close-minded, self-absorbed, selfish, ignorant, stupid, rude, little twat.
And what's worse, you take everything Alex ever wanted away from her. She has nothing left for you to take, and you manage to come up with something every time.
She preferred you when you couldn't speak. That's how I know Alex never was the one to start this, it was you, because she used to like you.
P.S. The night you stayed out late without telling Ken, when he had to go looking for you, she got this sort of buzz. It wasn't concern. It was hope that you'd fucking die and neither of us would see you again.
P.S.S. I also hope that this gave you every fucking reason to cry. Cry your fucking heart out all night, it still wouldn't equal how much you've hurt her in your lifetime. Maybe now, you'll have an actual reason to be a bitch.
Alex has written probably a hundred versions of this same letter, she's just nice enough to never have given it to you or said any of this to your face as much as she has wanted to. Since you don't exist in my world, you're not technically my sister, I feel nothing writing this about you.
Sincerely,
Someone who knows your sister's pain better than anyone ever could.
I wrote this a couple weeks ago because I was fed up of Alex's little sister Samantha doing exactly what I dictated in this letter. Now it's to the point where I can't believe she's this rude, to someone who is a relatively huge part of my life even though it's impossible to meet her. From her venting to me, I know it's really hard on her. I just want to stick up for her and give this letter to her sister, because this is around the lines of what Alex has been just wanting to scream into that little brat's face but silently ignores her.
I'm posting it though because she has again got on Alex's nerves tonight, when she dictated that she wouldn't care if she committed suicide. Which is, as you can imagine, a big problem for me not just because I do deeply care about Alex's feelings, but it's also now my problem as well. So I'm stressed as hell.
What the fuck is your problem? You act like you have the worst life in the world. What the fuck? You have no fucking reason to be upset. Other than having a sister who wish you'd die, there is nothing (while I do understand that's a large problem within itself, however, this isn't the reason you throw tantrums every day is it?). You're a fucking little Christian, blond, soccer player, spoiled rotten. You have nothing wrong with you, but you get upset on a daily basis more than even we do! You have to cry at least once a week right? And the person with real problems in their life, the one fighting a raging war with herself on a daily basis, facing hell each and every day, who's also fucking bipolar as well, gets upset less than you do. And even then, she has more reason to be upset. You don't even notice the scars on her arms and the unhappiness she faces.
Oh, fuck, you have an attitude when you don't get what you want. Big fucking deal. While we're rotting away in psych wards with mental problems, real fucking problems, all you can think about is your mediocre little elementary problems. You're 11. What do you have to be upset about? You have a normal life, you're spoiled by parents who love you. At 11, I had already figured out the world. At 11, I already hit my first depression spell. I had already been in therapy, molested, abused. What gives you the right? You're a close-minded, self-absorbed, selfish, ignorant, stupid, rude, little twat.
And what's worse, you take everything Alex ever wanted away from her. She has nothing left for you to take, and you manage to come up with something every time.
She preferred you when you couldn't speak. That's how I know Alex never was the one to start this, it was you, because she used to like you.
P.S. The night you stayed out late without telling Ken, when he had to go looking for you, she got this sort of buzz. It wasn't concern. It was hope that you'd fucking die and neither of us would see you again.
P.S.S. I also hope that this gave you every fucking reason to cry. Cry your fucking heart out all night, it still wouldn't equal how much you've hurt her in your lifetime. Maybe now, you'll have an actual reason to be a bitch.
Alex has written probably a hundred versions of this same letter, she's just nice enough to never have given it to you or said any of this to your face as much as she has wanted to. Since you don't exist in my world, you're not technically my sister, I feel nothing writing this about you.
Sincerely,
Someone who knows your sister's pain better than anyone ever could.
I wrote this a couple weeks ago because I was fed up of Alex's little sister Samantha doing exactly what I dictated in this letter. Now it's to the point where I can't believe she's this rude, to someone who is a relatively huge part of my life even though it's impossible to meet her. From her venting to me, I know it's really hard on her. I just want to stick up for her and give this letter to her sister, because this is around the lines of what Alex has been just wanting to scream into that little brat's face but silently ignores her.
I'm posting it though because she has again got on Alex's nerves tonight, when she dictated that she wouldn't care if she committed suicide. Which is, as you can imagine, a big problem for me not just because I do deeply care about Alex's feelings, but it's also now my problem as well. So I'm stressed as hell.