My sister is such a douchebag. -- LiveWire Teen Forums

She's living at home now, and can't afford her own car, so she drives mine all the time. So I'm stuck in small town, Massachusetts all fucking day. I took the car yesterday and put a quarter tank in (not much when driving a Land Rover, but all I could afford). She then took the truck last night. This morning, I went to visit a friend's grave to find that once again, my gas tank is empty. Fucking bitch. I come home and start talking about it, and she says that when she got the truck, the gas light was on and she coasted into the gas station. Yeah, okay, sure. Whatever, bitch. There was a quarter tank there when I last had it. Dunno how a quarter tank just disappears.

Then she starts bragging about how she fed MY overweight dog a bagel smothered in butter for breakfast, and how I'm so mean for having MY dog on a diet. Now, I see nothing wrong with the occasional treat for my dog. I mean, we have dog treats at my house, and she obviously gets a little bit of turkey on thanksgiving and I made her a meal of organic pork, rice, and vegetables in lieu of her usual kibble for the summer solstice. But these are healthy things for my dog to enjoy, and meanwhile my sister is abusing her by over feeding her when I leave my house for an hour to visit my friend's grave.

Ugh, she's all over my boyfriend, too. My boyfriend is a couple of years older than me, and a few months older than my sister, so she thinks it's okay to be all over him. She's fucking engaged, and I hear her talk about my boyfriend more than her own fucking fiance. He wants to get his nipples pierced, and my sister went in this whole explanation as to why it hurts more for guys than girls, complete with touching his chest and tweaking his nipples. It's to the point where he doesn't even want to come over if my sister is home, he thinks she's mad ugly and he knows she's a dirty slut. He wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole, and he tries to make it clear to her that he's dating me, not her, moving in with me, not her, and interested in me, not her.

I found myself down five cigarettes this morning, too. She keeps accusing me of stealing hers, since we both usually smoke Marlboro Reds. So I bought Camel No. 9's instead, no mistaking packs or anything (A box for Reds is obviously red and white, with Marlboro written on it. A box of No. 9's is mostly black with pink trim and a pink camel on the front. Yes, my cigarettes are girly). But now cigarettes are like $7.50 a pack in Massachusetts, so she stole mine. Evidence? I saw the butts of my cigarettes in her ashtray in her bedroom (Reds have brown speckled filters. My filters are white and have a pink camel on them. Yes, I smoke girly cigarettes). She also keeps stealing my money, booze, and weed.

I feel like she's this huge pit for my money. Is it so much to ask that if she borrows my car, I get it back with as much gas as I left it with? Is it unreasonable that I want my dog to be healthy? Can I leave my cigarettes, whiskey, money and marijuana in my room and trust that it'll be safe? Should my boyfriend be worried about molestation whenever he comes over my house?

I feel like this is ridiculous.

Sorry. I just needed to vent.

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Give me time I will be clear. Given time you'll understand;
What posesses me to write what you have suffered.
I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more, and ever onward.

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