So, I just got back from my first day of work, only to be assaulted by my little sister trying to steal some of my stuff again. And, of course, my parents believed her fucking excuse, The all too common "She didn't know they were mine".

Bull shit. She knew that they were mine, and she's been eyeing them since I got them... and she knew they were mine. And did she even ask if she could eat them? No. And did she even give me the blue one?

No.

So, I yelled at her, and of course, my parents yelled at me. Why don't you yell at the little fucking thief you keep in your house?

I mean, If I want candy she has, I ask, but she just took it, and proceeded to eat it, and then even had the nerve to ask where the green one was. I mean, you might think I'm crazy for getting that worked up over a thing of rainbow twizzlers, but no. It's the fact that she stole them, denied it, and my parents took her side. She steals more from me in a week than a professional Klepto does in a month.

And I told my parents that I don't care about the Twizzlers, just the fact that she DID NOT ASK, and they proceeded to call me selfish. I have the right to complain about my snot nosed bitch of a sister stealing my stuff. And then, My sister said that I stole her grey dolphin plushie. I did not steal it. I took it back because she STOLE IT FROM ME.

Great to know that my family cares about me when I get back from work. And then my parents threatened to take my laptop away from me. Which is stealing. Only furthering my argument about how I do not like getting walked all over by the people that are supposed to care about me.

I'm sorry for the extremely angry rant, but I can not find my journal right now, or my pen (which Emmy probably stole too), so this is the only place I can rant to.