I am 17.
My sister is 13.
She has a 16-year old boyfriend.
Who is sitting with her in MY basement. Drinking MY kook-aid. On top of one of MY blankets.
She's 8th grade, he's 10th, I'm a senior.
Yes, that's kind of a lot of information to give out. I just want you to understand my predicament.
I'm bitter. Incredibly so. Nay, I'm livid. I'm completely, entirely angry at the crappy cards life has dealt me.
I'm being melodramatic, I know, but seriously!?!?!? Really!?!?!?!
Not long ago, I decided to lower my man standards. I decided I could date someone younger than myself.
Still, I've had no luck.
But my freakin' 8th grade sister gets an older boy. He's even cute and nice.
But I'd just decided people his age were in my options!
Why can't she stick with her own age pool!?!?
You may say I'm jealous. I'd agree.
I'm completely jealous. It just doesn't seem fair at all.
Honestly, my sister and I are incredibly similar. Almost the same personality (as told to us by our friends/acquaintances/family almost daily), people say we look alike, and I like to think we're both just really awesome.
The only difference? People like her.
Hence, the darn Repulsion Factor.
Yeah, I'm bringing that up again.
I'm just flabbergasted and confused. And upset. This sucks.
This post won't help whoever reads it with anything, give any advice, or even provide any decent entertainment. I just needed to get it off my chest.
Sorry, Alex. I'll be sure to start posting more optimistic things soon.
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