I don’t feel like I can go home. I don’t feel at all welcome. I thought when our roommate moved in my sister would make an effort to be nicer. Instead she is nice to our roommate and even worse to me, but only when the roommate is not in the room. I am apparently not allowed to be happy or excited about anything in my life.

I go back to college and she tells me I am wasting my time, yet when our roommate dropped out, she was making a mistake.

I say my favorite show has its premier tonight, my sister tells me I should have left the house earlier so she could watch TV in livingroom. She was asleep up until 30 minutes before I left. 

Now I am sitting in the cafeteria because I can’t go home. When I leave here I will go wander around Target. Hopefully when I get home near 8pm I will be allowed to watch my show.

I hate my life, but for the first time in that life, I can say I hate my sister more. She is the most vindictive, hypocritical person I have ever met, and I used to work retail, so I have met my fair share of those.

I am very lonely.