Atlast I started off!

Sometimes it takes the hell out of me to fake smiles all the time & dat too when am in front of people  I don’t like. I mean y the hell r we on this earth. We’d live freely,the way we r,the way we wanna.We can’t change ourselves just bcoz sum1 more intelligent is doing so. Parents,they r the ones who compel us 2 b freinds all the time with the Oh so proud!,a bit intelligent(I doubt dat ).Lets take an example, when I’s young I’s a late bird (antonym of early bird acc. 2 me) & she used to get up early.Now u’ll say so wat? But dear dats not the end of it all.I’s forced to rise early just bcoz dat idiot’s. I mean,Gimme a break man! Everybody’s different habits & u’d let them do acc. to dat(provided the habits r gud). & I used to rise at 7′O’Clock(its not dat late now).We grew up & so our differences.Somehow she proved to be more lucky dan me.
I don’t know wats b/w the 2 of us but we just never clicked together ever.Now be it coz of parents who never wanted us to be close (specially hers).Now she visits me once a year but the tenure is so long dat I feel like hell. I can say this coz I never went to her house,actually just once dat to for 4hrs.We never’d any arguements but it seems its just the air we breathe,a kind of unreasoning hate’s developed b/w us.When I’ll be reading in ma room she’ll be watching T.V or vice versa. But 1 thing is sure dat she is jealous of me(thankz 2 god I found a reason).She’s always been a greedy sort. Suppose she saw a pretty calendar at ma table,BLINK & u’ll find her asking for dat one.I mean come on how can 1 be so shameless?
Dad brought a Gold plated book mark & kept in ma showcase.Obviously I won’t be using it unless the book is equally precious.But oila! I didn’t found it after her visit last year & am damn sure dat she’s the thief here.
Another point shes a real shower! She is gud at art so the moment she comes she’ll go all BLA BLA BLA about her stuufs,wat she didi & etc. etc. etc.
& I feel like boarding a plane then & there but poor me.It’s been like dat since childhood.