I cannot remember a day where my sister and I could actually hang out and have fun without hating on each other. There was never a day we got along with each other as far as I am able to recall. Well, I tried to be nice (maybe, We?) but that never lasted.

For the gazillion times, she'd never fail taking my stuff without my knowing and they'll never be found unless I searched her bag (that's stealing!) and then there's her,  coming out with more and more lies. I just don't get her. 

Tonight, we fought and my parents got involved. Yes, I was infuriated and only god knows how terribly I disappoint my parents. It's obvious how saddened my Dad was by my actions. I knew he was about to tear, and I was all - emotionless. I'm disappointed with myself. She should too. Hate her!