When are you going to see how much it kills me every time you ignore me? I just want you to ask me before you come in my room and take a shirt. Ask me before you use too much of my makeup. Ask me before you let a friend borrow something of mine. Your room is a fucking pig sty. Everything of mine gets lost in there without a second thought. You don’t care if it gets lost because you didn’t buy it. So what if a shirt of yours gets lost. Mom will buy you a new one. Well you know what? Mom doesn’t buy anything for me anymore. So if you give a friend of yours my shirt, I’ll probably never see it again and that’s not fair to me! Those underwear of mine that you steal and never give back, I bought. Those earrings that were my favorite and i let you borrow them for a party? You left them at a boys house and he only found one. Anytime I try to talk to you about this, you blow it off. You say “Okay, I won’t do it again” but you don’t mean it. This has been going on for too long and I’m TIRED. I’m just so tired of dealing with you and with this. I shouldn’t have to lock my door to keep you out. You don’t listen to anyone when they talk to you. This has truly hurt my feelings. I respect your room and your belongings. Why can’t you just do that for me? I can’t do this anymore. No matter how many times I’ve told myself this before, today was the last straw. Until you figure shit out, I can no longer call you my sister. And I can’t say I’m sorry…