So I'm twenty-five, and my sister is twenty-one.

I suggested we go out tonight to a little karaoke bar for a couple hours, just to get her out of the house.

Mother pitched a flying ***** fit.

When I tried to take her to a concert, we didn't have the gas money.

When I try to take her to the mall, it's more of the money I work to bring in than they can afford.

Mom asked me why I'm always talking about going to bars, when this is the first time in my life I've ever brought it up.

So now I really just want to crawl into bed and die in my sleep, because this isn't living.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I don't want to wake up.

I didn't ask to be born in the first place.