Dear sister,

I’m so sick of you trying to fix me, i don’t need your help and i don’t want it. You doesn’t understand how much i already fucking hate myself and how i hate every single thing i do, how i act, look, speak, everything. AND YET you still fucking point out every little fucking imperfection. “stop laying down on your bed and using your laptop” “do something productive” “clean your room” “read a book” ” how are you going to get honour if you don’t work your ass off even though you’re just in grade 9 and nothing matters, but still work your ass of on homework and do more” “go for a walk and work out” “stop being depressed” “go out for once and stop acting depressed” “smile for once”. Do this do that, i don’t want to fucking do it leave me alone, you piss me off so much and you stress me out so much. Why can’t you  see of much you make me want to kill myself. You trigger me to cut more, throw up more and cry more. I can’t wait until you move out. I can’t wait until you realize how much of a pain you are. i  hate you. stop being a fucking  *****. stop acting like you aren’t a *****.  stop trying to make me perfect. stop comparing me to you. stop calling me stupid and a brat. I don’t understand you at all. You’ve seen my cuts, you know i’m bulimic and yet you still make me feel like shit. You think I’ve stopped but you should know better and should realize i’m still the same depressed shit from 2 years ago. I hope that if or when i commit suicide, you finally change and recognize that you’re the one that’s a ***** and a brat.

Love, ms imperfection