Siblings.

What in the world do you do that makes them give you everything that you want?
What kind of face do you pull or act that you keep on? Why can't I do that? Why is it you're allowed to say those brash words and I can't even say no to them? Why are you a spoiled little brat who doesn't know the value of anything?

I can't believe you are related to me. You are babied, pitied, and are the most luckiest buzzturd alive.
You think everyone's going to freaking hand food, money, clothes, and shelter to you for the rest of your life?
Do you really think that your days could only consist of feeding your face and pressing buttons on the controller? Well, guess what, that's not life. You may be the only one in this whole fricking world that I envy.
You think life is so hard for you? Really? REALLY?

Try being your big sister, dear boy. Try being me. Try. I hate hate it. For some reason everyone says that you look up to me? How is that? Do you really? I wish that just for one day you could live in the world and be close to dying not being able to survive so you know at least what reality is.

I wish that I could say I Hate You out loud, but I can't. Because I don't mean it. I'm sick of seeing you fail. I'm sick of seeing you stay on your lazy butt and still get whatever you ask for. I'm sick of being out and about trying to live up my reputation as me and coming home to be ashamed of what I do. I'm sick of _____________.