Oy!

Rachel can just go fall into a dumpster. What is her problem? I certainly know it's not as much my fault as she's making it out to be. I'm tired of taking the blame for her emotional problems. Sure, I don't pick up the things in my room unless I'm going somewhere, but she doesn't keep her closet clean... ever. She always points at me and raises her eyebrow when I wear her clothes, but I have to since she has all of mine piled up in her closet. If I had a digital camera I'd take a picture and put it on here for everyone to see. It's so much worse than the clothes I put on the floor of the room. Secondly, I'd like it to be known that Rachel is perfectly capable of driving the vehicles that we currently have. There is nothing wrong with the Suburban, Rachel would just prefer to not drive it because she doesn't feel as safe as she would like. She's driven it many times before with my mom in the car, I don't see how driving it on her own is any different. I'd also like to mention that I drive her around in the afternoons and pick her up from school as a favor to my mother and to Rachel. I am in no way obligated to pick her up or take her to pick up Sarah or to Hobby Lobby, but I do it because I really am genuinely a nice person, regardless of how often Rachel tells you it's untrue. Furthermore, Rachel does not wait on me before school but for about 3 minutes occasionally. Usually, the two of us are ready around the same time. If she doesn't want to wait on me and have to "run to class" then she can wake up early and get mom to take her every morning, and I don't see why she has to "run to class" when I can take a leisurely stroll to my classes, even though I have B1 in E wing. Let's see, what else is there?... Well, that's all I can think of the contradict right now. If Rachel has some pea-brained response to this, I'll probably contradict all of those points if I feel like it. Rachel, I love you, no matter what you think. I know that you are going through an emotional time because of certain circumstances of the past few months, and I'm sorry. I just wish that you would realize that not all your problems are generated by me. I do have feelings, too, even though many people have told me that I'm a robot. I'm your sister, and I want you to know that you really can turn to me when you need a hug... even though I'm not very fond of them and sometimes I smell. I honestly didn't even know that the clothing on the floor bothers you. After all, you seem to be perfectly content with your closet, and I've seen your closet (It's way worse than our floor, and you know it). I assumed that if you had no problem with your closet, then you must not have a problem with our floor. Anyway, I've drawn this out too much already. Here's lookin' at you, kid.