I hate you Peter for always making my life hell. You always get what you want and if you don't you pull the whole 'I'm your elder' card. If that doesn't work you go crying to Mum. You're freaking twenty years old! Grow up. I hate that you get away with it too. I hate that I'm always compared to you, even though we are two very different people. I hate that Mum and Dad love you more. And I hate that you are related to me. But most of all, I hate how I used to be so deluded. I used to think that you loved me, hell, I used to look up to you. But now I know. I know that you are a sexist, racist, ageist pig. I hope it works out for you.
Sincerely,
Livid Lil' Sis
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