Rant.

Sometimes I really hate my sister. She says I'm lazy and worthless and she hates me. I'm so done with her. Its not fair to me to see that shit. I think she's worthless and fake. I can't wait to never see her again. When she moves, I won't ever have to see her again. And if I do, I'm never speaking to her because there's no point. I mean, I'm worthless, so why should I make an effort? I mean, I'm not her. I'm not fit or active or into the stuff she likes. I don't like to dress up, I don't like to do things with my hair, I don't like to force myself into situations that make me uncomfortable because I'm trying to avoid anxiety. Because no one listens to me, or gets me help when I say I need it.
My fucking parents are always saying I seem nervous all the time and have a lot of fucking baggage, but HERE WE ARE, ME GETTING NO HELP WHEN I NEED IT SO BAD.