Hatred

That feeling when your sibling does something crazy and your mom blames you for it.

Dear Jerk,

It's funny how Mom believes you all the time, and you're younger than I am. It's funny how when I yell are you, you cry like a little girl when you're a five year old boy. It's funny how you mess up the house, torture the animals every chance you get and blow up mom's condoms; you bare get in trouble. While I can bring how one bad my grade and my phone gets taken away. Of course you're not going to tell Mom what you did wrong. So when I'm explaining, you bring up something else to make me the bad guy. You're not going to tell Mom how you call my name at 5 o'clock in the morning, or how you locked me out the house and left me yelling you open the door. When all the neighbor had to do is ask you once and you opened the door. Yea, I yell at you. Why? Because it's the only language you understand. It's messed up how, I'm the good one and Mom is always on my chase about crap. While you're the youngest, and you need the attention. What I'm trying to say is, I'm done with pretending that I like you.

Sincerely,
Annoyed Teenager