2.4.2003 10:12 pm

I cannot stand Morgan. She treats me so bad all the time. And she treats Mom worse. I hear her screaming at Mom every morning, every evening, if not more often. She's just plain nasty. It drives me insane how much she eats. Today she told me that Mom said she could have two pretzels after school. Well, lo and behold, she's not. She's a filthy liar. Mom gets home at 9 and she practically forces her to watch The Cosby Show with her for an hour. I can't say anything to Morgan without her screaming at me, and then she'll go on and on about kids in her class, and I'll listen politely and laugh when needed. Then, when I try to tell one of my stores, she doesn't even pay attention and doesn't respond. If, or course, she isn't trying to pick a fight with me over my opinion of something she brought up. I know hate is such a strong word, but it seems quite appropriate. And though I'd like to break her nose and give her a black eye, I can't. Because she's my sister. Whatever happens to us, getting along, only a month ago? It's actually all got the point that I'm afraid of her. Whenever she enters the room, I leave. I spend most of my days trapped in this house with her, hiding, practically. What Morgan wants, Morgan gets, because she knows how to manipulate Mom and I into doing things.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!