Donuts in the icy parking lot

by tangerine
I am a bad influence, apparently. Apparently it is ALL MY FAULT that my kid brother overeats, that he talks back, or that he gets bad grades. Apparently this is all because I a) eat a lot b) talk back constantly (in fact, my entire life exists only to do so) c) am a slacker. It is apparently because I do all these things and he sees that he is a) overweight b) a brat c) uneducated. And JUST NOW I shooed him away from my computer chair and the pest stood behind my chair singing in my ear and punching the back of my chair periodically--in which I took the route of completely ignoring him, which worked except for when he stomped off he smacked me in the back of the head HARD, and then mom comes up, this big storm cloud of blah blah blah (there i go with my backtalk again) like LILI YOURE SO BAD and WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS FIGHTING WITH HIM and apparently the whole thing was all my fault because I have a) hate everyone b) have a bad attitude c) am nasty. Great stuff on the home front. I sometimes sincerely wish I were an only child, and that kind of makes me feel shameful because it's not like exasperation, it's this severe disgust with the way he walks around the house in boxers when he obviously shouldnt and the way he smacks his mouth when he eats and NEVER changes out of his nice school uniform clothes on wednesdays and makes stupid faces and hits. I hate children and I dont think I'll ever have them. I am sad, in general. I refuse to date bcause no one is good enough. No one, not anyone, not anymore. I am the sad girl with the anime on her icon, the one who writes stupid fanfictions and pretends she lives in a dream world where her prince will sweep her off her feet. If nobody were around to hate me for it I would be an english teacher, or even a writer or an artist. I love animals but, but. There are all these buts about me, I guess I'l just never learn to accept that. Neither will anyone else, probably. I can see the headlines now... "Doomed to live single life!" "Come see the freaky mean girl!" "Want someone to talk back to you? Give Lili a call!"
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My parents basically do the same thing, except for the past few weeks I've been perfect, in their eyes. They never say specifically, "You're the way June is" because she's their angel child and of course has no fault, but they used to always remind me that I'm her role model aka if she messes up it's my fault. She once admitted to me that she'd pinned things on me that she'd really done... why the heck would anyone do that?!
Also, you shouldn't feel ashamed for writing. Speaking of which... you owe me one, LP.
Also,
I'm glad you like my photographs.
I took them kind of randomly.

Also,
I guess a lot of science classes will be good if you're going to be a doctor. Just everyone at my school says that it's excruciatingly difficult for even one. Maybe your school is different and you hire teachers that can actually teach. I'm sure you'll do well. If I live in Georgia, I'd even patronize you. Not patronize you. Be a patron OF yours.
And,
I know you didn't mean it to be funny, but "Want someone to talk back to you? Give Lili a call!" almost had me smiling.

1-800-ATI-TUDE
or something.
:(

You know that hug you gave me? You need one, too.

*hug*
man....siblings know EXACTLY how to push buttons. its some sick plea for attention. i could see that scene perfectly in my mind though, i have a little sister.
dreaming of being an only child,
your friend,
That's good. Sometimes I look at what I write in notes and I'm like "I sound like a jerk." So I add a smiley at the end so that it all seems more lighthearted, which is of course how it's always intended.

Anyway, on my computer there are a bunch of spaces before californication, not lines. Used the html for a space; maybe thats the issue.
The Christian way, yes.