Games, Games, Games.

Have you ever noticed that people like to play games ? It doesn’t matter how dumb it sounds or how unnecessary we think it is, people like to play games. I don’t mean games like black ops or monopoly; I mean games as in messing with other people. With time I’ve realized that some people like to mess with other peoples heads, give them ideas, make them think, keep them interested. I have to admit that I too like messing with people, but I’ve realized that these games are only fun for just a little, after a while they might get out of hand. Humans like to play these games because when they are winning they feel like they are controlling the other person, they feel powerful and liking to feel powerful is in human nature. Human beings are cruel even if we don’t want to admit it. Sure, we know how to love, but we also know how to hurt; most of the time we hurt people rather than love them, even if we don’t recognize what we are doing. 

Fun huh ?

My Little Sister

My little sister.                                                                                                                                             She gets everything she wants. I personally think it’s unfair. My mom always favors her, for everything, even if she is guilty. She can do anything but IM the one who gets in trouble. She always hurts me, always, of course I get mad and strike back, she doesn’t get in trouble, I do. There are so many things she does that would get me into so much trouble, I mean why?      Why ? Why ? Why ?                                                                                                                                       It just doesn’t make sense, it makes me feel like…like they love her more. I just don’t get it, she hits me, it’s fine. I poke her and it’s like they are calling the police on me, seriously, not okay, at all.                                                                                                                                                                       I don’t let her borrow my clothes, i get in trouble. I don’t let her mess my room up, I get in trouble. I defend myself, I get in trouble. I tell her she is chubby, I get in trouble. I don’t let her take food from my plate, I get in trouble. I brush her hair, maybe pulling a little too hard, she cries, and guess what ? I get in trouble.                                                                                                 She is only like a year younger, not much, and still she is always on the pedestal. She should get in trouble, maybe shell learn how it feel, but my mom will never yell at her and if she does, a couple of minutes later, she there apologizing. All my “beautiful little sister” ever does is bother me. It is like her hobby, I mean if it was a sport she would go to the Olympics. SHE IS SO ANNOYING and of course she get away with it.                                                                                       My mom probably had her just to make my life impossible.                                                                 It is like she always there breathing on me, it makes me want to scream. I tell her to get away from me and it is like she is deaf. After that, the breathing gets heavier.                                                 Like I said before it is like they prefer her, but do they?........i think they actually do, they actually do like her better and it is like I am just there. I mean sure I am the old one, I am the mature one, I am the one who has to behave. She doesn’t have to, no, she is mom’s baby, she IS the baby. And she will always get spoiled. If I get a present for my birthday, she gets one on the same day even though it I s not her birthday. If she gets a present for her birthday, I don’t get one that because “it’s not my birthday.” She gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants because she is the favorite, I was the favorite once, for a year, yeah…..not anymore.                I’ve thought about it, I always think about it and I have my conclusion she is the favorite and always will be. I can’t believe it, I mean I am so much smarter than my little sister, grown-ups think I don’t notice they like her better, but I do. I have known for a long time, and because she is always first, before me…………it is proof that she is the favorite.                                                   She is more loved than me, that is not okay.           

LOVE

DAVID he is the love of my life, always has been, and always will be. Even before I met him I loved him. We are in 9th grade and he already asked me to marry him. I said yes. Sometimes David and I fight, but lately we’ve been getting along great, no insults, just laughs. We have had some interesting discussions about a variety of things, and we disagree sometimes but we still love each other, even when we say we don’t. Last year we fought like crazy, but his new year’s resolution was to be nicer to me, we haven’t fought since. You want to know how we met? Well, we were in Aruba on the beach, and I was drinking a pina colada…virgin of course and he was drinking a cuba libre (also virgin). So, David rented a jet ski…he asked if I wanted to ride with him, and I said yes (it was a cool jet ski), we bonded. Later that day we went back to the hotel, and had another drink, we fought…that was the first of the many fight we would have. We are waiting until we are old enough and go to college to get married.

One day we’ll live happily ever after.