If I might be honest, I have to tell that I hate this kind of day in a week. When I see things that I know are wrong, but no one believes me or I cannot tell anyone about them to fix them. It saddened me to see someone that I have a love-hate relationship crashing down on her own will. Oh sister, know that I love you, but I hate things that you do because they hurt most of us. And you never want to listen. I hope one day you'll see that what you're doing bring no good but only harm. Stop making mom cries at night praying for you. You've gone too far and far too deep.
Sometimes I feel like I really hate you so much for bringing to much pain to our family. But mom always tells me to remember that however, we're bonded by blood. I do really hate what you're doing. And you're faking it in front of anyone else. You're playing angel. But you're plastic. I don't really mind you tell bad things about me in front of your friend. I only wish you would stop make mom cries. Is that too much that I'm asking for?
