Christmas is already beginning to seem like it's going to be rubbish. I had a great weekend at my boyfriend's but now I'm back at home and I'm back to my sister being the golden child. Even when mum nags her about doing her essays for uni she apologises for doing so (she never did that for me!). She's just had a go at me for eating too many chocolates out of the tin of celebrations that's for the whole family. For f**k's sake it's chocolate and I didn't have that many. If you don't want me to eat them either don't buy them or just pronounce them yours, sister's and dad's. You act like you're the only members in the family anyway so you might as well cut me out of the chocolate share too.
Yeah yeah I know you're probably thinking it's older sister syndrome but there are so many things in my life that have happened that make me think my family didn't actually want me and whenever something happens that means me and my sister are head to head. She always wins. I have a complex now.
I was looking forward to this Christmas. My second one with my first ever boyfriend (I was a geek at school and not one of the Barbies who always had dates). But there is something about the idea of being cramped into a room with someone else every night due to lack of bedrooms and an increase in relatives and the fact that more than one of the relatives are incredibly annoying and make the christmas period unbearable. What's worse is that because we're all cramped into rooms there is nowhere to escape when you feel like s**t and just want to escape for an hour.
Bah humbug!
