scream and throw things

Somedays i just want to scream and throw things at you. Today is not that day though.
Her mother is right. She can be a selfish little bitch. Maybe its because of the way my parents have raised me. Help around the house. Pick up a little bit. Clean the house. Lend a hand. Its not like she’s too busy. No school no work. And if she would only change her tone I’m sure things would be a little easier. I see her going down a path I’ve traveled. They don’t care so I won’t care. She is the hero child in some regards, but she is as mean as they are. I know its hard sometimes to be nice and calm when they are snapping at you and yelling. But if you can be calm in the face of the storm you can help calm the hate. They are not pure evil and in the face of love, they will break down. But she continues to yell and snap. Only adding to the problem instead of helping. I’m going to play the big sister card soon and tell her off. Tell her what she’s doing wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right, and two people yelling don’t calm things down. Her mother is crazy and her family is messed up, but everyone’s is on some level. Its only skeleton’s in the closet. So clean out the closet and calm down. If you can laugh, eventually the world will laugh with you. She’s not as grown up as she seems. I don’t care that she wants to hunt vampires, but don’t tell my mother that. I don’t believe it and she’s made my mother think I do. She doesn’t always keep her mouth shut when she should. She’s grown up in a kid’s world, with immature parents. She doesn’t know which fork to use or even to throw out the bags from the fast food stop. She is selfish sometimes only thinking of herself. But she doesn’t see that and she doesn’t want to. I had people all my life who once in a while smacked me upside the head and told me to shape up. It hurts at the time, but they passed along wisdom that helps keep my life relatively sane now. I don’t know why she can’t respect her mother. I seriously can’t. Fine your mother drinks and gets high. There is still a line of she’s the kid and she’s the parent. She needs them. Where would she live if they kicked her out? What would she eat? How would she get her coffe? I don’t think she realizes any of that. She’s still a kid. No job, no place to live, no car, no license. And she acts like she is in control of her life. But she’s really not. I’ve had to ask myself those questions. Where will I live? How will I buy groceries and pay for insurance and health care? Her parents love her for letting such a brat stay in the house. I would have kicked her out long ago. But she is still there, calling her mother a liar. I know that must hurt her mother more than anything. She’s always tried to be honest with her kids. And here is her daughter calling her a liar. She doesn’t realize how much worst her life could be. At least her father doesn’t throw TVs down the stairs at her head. I can’t even begin to imagine how much I would hate my father if he did that to me. And then to still love him and live with him after thats all done.
Parents are the worst when it comes to abusive relationships, mental, emotional, physical; There is nothing like it. Because you really don’t have anywhere to escape to. And you still love them when its all done.
I wonder if she knows how much like a baby she sounds sometimes.