Dear You,

Not everything is always about you, yet you seem to make it as such. You, you, you, you, you, you, you. You're selfish. You're stupid. You lack common sense and you wonder why you have no friends and no social life. You are the reason. It's YOUR fault and I'm stuck listening to the whining, the bitching and the endless griping because YOU can't get out of your own way. Please, for your own twenty three year old self, grow up and stop griping about everything YOU can change.

Love,
Your Sister