So my mom's all like "Ooh, blah, let Terry drive you to school, you can have a nice chat on the way, blah..." but I don’t want to chat with Terry! Why does nobody realize that I DO NOT LIKE MY SISTER? She’s annoying, and rude, and extra super cheery with a kilo of sugar on top *shudder*. She’s also judgmental. She insists on prying into everything, then criticizing me on it. And she asks uncomfortable questions, like "How’s your walk with God?" Like, jeez, that’s between me and Him. And at the most my pastor. But she thinks just because she’s Miss Super!Christian, Bible-Thumper Extraordinaire, everyone’s spiritual life is suddenly her business.
She’s visiting from France, and leaving tomorrow. Now she wants us to Spend Time together after school, because it’s her last day. And, naturally, I have to do it, because she’s me sister and I’d feel guilty, and also I'd get disapproving looks from Mom and Dad. And I wanted to go to a movie, but nooo, she wants us to be able to talk. Man, she’s annoying. This morning (while I was trying to sleep, mind you) it was all "Hey, you like Thai food, let’s go to a Thai place! Wouldn’t that be fun? Huh? Huh? Because you love Thai sooooooo muuuuch..." All because I went to a Thai restaurant with my friend this Tuesday, and made the mistake of mentioning it around her.
I am dreading [later] this afternoon more than I can possibly describe.
Also... this has nothing to do with my sister, but why do I only get comments when I beg for them?
She’s visiting from France, and leaving tomorrow. Now she wants us to Spend Time together after school, because it’s her last day. And, naturally, I have to do it, because she’s me sister and I’d feel guilty, and also I'd get disapproving looks from Mom and Dad. And I wanted to go to a movie, but nooo, she wants us to be able to talk. Man, she’s annoying. This morning (while I was trying to sleep, mind you) it was all "Hey, you like Thai food, let’s go to a Thai place! Wouldn’t that be fun? Huh? Huh? Because you love Thai sooooooo muuuuch..." All because I went to a Thai restaurant with my friend this Tuesday, and made the mistake of mentioning it around her.
I am dreading [later] this afternoon more than I can possibly describe.
Also... this has nothing to do with my sister, but why do I only get comments when I beg for them?
- Painted on my face:
irritated - Playing in my head:Thomas Dolby - "She Blinded Me with Science"

Comments
After a while, people will have sympathy with you and comment because they're drugged up on your fic. Or possible just if they love you.
although, i did get a response to this thing i posted at Crumbling Walls about needing a writing coach type person, so that might be a teeny glimmer of hope there...