I'm sorry...

About a lot of things. I feel bad that I get nervous when you encounter hardships. Or when I get angry if you have to do a mundane task. I'm terribly confused as to what I should be saying to you when even the slightest word can set you off or send you screaming out my door. Saying nothing makes you feel unwanted. I'm always in your way and I seem to be wherever you don't want me. The things we used to share have turned into painful memories, were they ever true to begin with I keep thinking? And now we've reached the point that no matter what I do you're always angry with me.

But I'm your bloody sister. And I will not fucking bow down to you, little brother. All of the above is nonsense. You, and other people that have 'problems', seem to forget that there's more than you in this world. Don't worry I know your pain. I've seen my fair share of problems. Actually, I think I've seen more than you ever will. But that's not allowed right? To compare experiences and use others as examples? So I won't do that. And I'll sit idly by let you all walk over me.

But the joke's on you. Because tomorrow you'll find a note in your postbox. And I'll be gone.

Here's to two weeks in England, peace and quiet.