sweatpantshairtied:
I can only take a certain amount of your abuse before I get annoyed. You ask me why I’m mad? Why wouldn’t I be mad? You say shit that’s offensive without thinking of other people. Fuck you. Okay? No wonder you got fired. You’re sucha a fucking asshole. Just shut your fucking mouth. I want to punch…
Yeah, I got fired because of an immature little girl like yourself who can’t take a joke.
God damn it what right do you have to lecture me like you know better?
I drive you places. I help you talk to mom and try to make her more lenient with you. You’ve got my old laptop in my room. You use a desktop that I built in the living room to watch Pokémon with mom. I treated you to bubble tea because I finally got a job and felt bad for making you wait ages in the car while I bought leather shoes for work. I try to talk to you like we’re family. I try to joke around with your friends so that when I drop them off it’s not awkward. I do my best to keep your secrets.
You treat everyone in this family with such disrespect, not just me. I defend myself for once and you throw a childish tantrum. You make light of my contribution to the family, but what position are you in to talk? You’re just mad that I’m right.
I’ve had a rough year, for sure, but I don’t need some ungrateful, clumsy, juvenile, disrespectful, self-entitled, two-faced, smart-ass brat to talk down to me. You’re eight years younger than me, so act like it and treat the rest of us with some respect.
Rant as much as you want on tumblr. I just expected better treatment from you in person, that’s all.
Oh, and who gave you those headphones again?
Yeah.