family

For a long time I wanted to move out, because I couldn't stand my family. Lately it's been getting better, and I've actually had some time alone, and been able to coexist with these people in a manner that didn't make me crazy.

But then there's my sister sometimes. She leaves to go be with friends, and I'm all chilling in the living room eating and watch stuff on my computer, and playing with the cats and stuff. I've having a half decent time. She comes home, and says: Brandon's coming over, go put some clothes on. She proceeds to turn on the tv, and settle herself in, so if I want to continue what I was watching, I have to go to my room. Brandon comes over, and they start acting like idiots.

I was like, uh, wait, wasn't I here first? Can't you go elsewhere? Earlier she spent the morning with him on speakerphone, which was loud enough to hear from the other end of the house, but I wasn't supposed to listen. I hate having a day off when she does, because I feel like she's not considerate of ME, while I have to be SUPER considerate of her.

Once in awhile I'd just like to be able to come home and not to have worry about her stupid friends being here. On the rare occasions that I DO have friends over, we usually stick to the downstairs and try to out of people's way.

I'm frustrated. While she is the "good" daughter, I feel like she's horrible to me. *sigh*