Nothing But A Second Rate Trying Hard...

For the update..we're now talking. After what...5 days? That's probably the longest fight we had. I wasn't actually ready yet. Mom and Dad just kept on pushing us. I just wanted them to stop so I told them we're cool. Well we're cool now. We didn't talk about the fight. We just started talking. There's still something there..negative vibes for sure. But it's gonna fade away. Eventually.

Okay..we're sisters. We've been together forever and it's gonna stay like that. That's one of the things that you just can't change. It's really annoying though that our parents still think that we're young as in like before. They used to dress us up like we're twins. Eversince, I hated that. Really. When I was in high school, when I go out with my friends, they tell me to bring her along. Hello?!?! She has friends of her own and I don't wanna go out with them in their gimmicks. When I went to Caliraya, I actually had to lie and tell them that I had to go there for "training". Because if I didn't, I'd be dragging her along. That's just not right. It's not that because I don't wanna be with her or anything, but yeah..I didn't wanna be with her when I'm with my friends.

When we were little, it's like everything I wanted, she wanted. It's like she's competing with me all the time. And now, I read her post in the Friendster bulletin board...urgh! What is that?! I know, I'm 19, but why do I feel like all of sudden, I'm 13 again and she's following me around everywhere I go. I've heard that copying is the highest form of flattery...but really now, I'm not flattered. I may just be assuming she's copying me..but I can't help it. Gawwwddd..it's like I'm watching the Lizzie McGuire episode when someone was copying Lizzie and it drove her nuts. STOP IT!!! Omg...I'm gonna blow!!!

Ironic..I just had my wisdom tooth removed and I'm not any wiser. In a million ways, I'm still very very childish. I've written 3 paragraphs and that just shows my maturity..or have ever I matured?! C'mon..I'm only human. Pardon me.