My sister has come home again and like always, I become the martyr when defending myself against her.

She meddles in my life, what I do, what I wear, how I look, my room and everything.

Just now she complained to my mom and freaked out, critizied us for not helping in the kitchen. It upset my mom and me and my brother were brought into it by her telling us that we don't help, said my room was messy and then went onto saying that we should pay to stay at home.

I defended myself by saying I cleaned and I just went through finals, I clean the house all the time and I do everything for my parents so they don't have to. I saved up for the upcoming 3 months where I don't get paid and I have some things I want to buy.

My sister goes on about how I should move out, but the money just haven't been there.

God I want to, because then I don't have to see her.

Of course as always my mom surrenders and silently bows to my sisters endless rain of blows, she agrees with her and then it's suddenly me who's the black sheep.

Oh I'm acting out, oh well I should do this and that and I'm just unruly and idk.

I can't take it anymore....

I want to cry and I just hate her so much.

I thought she had changed.

And now, dinner is ready and everything is fine once again.

My sister can say whatever she wants, because she's always right in the end.

She comes 2 times a month, but don't see what I do daily.

I just can't... I HATE her so much... I HATE HER.