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Yo.
Today's post is something about siblings, hence the title. Durh.
You see, I was doing some random [and rather depressing] thinking about why the hell my house is always so damn quiet. And why I feel like I barely talk at home.
Know why?
Because I'm the only child. I don't have siblings like you lucky assholes out there have.
Seriously, I wouldn't even mind a step-sibling. It'll be so much better than being alone, you know?
Yeah yeah, I know there're plenty of people out there with siblings complain and whine and feel like throttling their siblings because they annoy the heck outta you. But isn't that much much better than having no one to throttle, no one to talk to [other than your parents, which I don't fancy doing] and no one your age to confide in.
There're others who hate their siblings because their parents prefer their sis or bro over them. Favoritism, eh?
I wouldn't mind that, because at least the attention would be diverted away from me. They wouldn't expect so many freakin' things from me. I wouldn't have to be the perfect child.
You know how younger siblings tend to steal your chocolate or something?
Heck, I wouldn't care if I had a younger sibling who would steal my underwear to make into a slingshot.
... Okay maybe I would be pissed, but at least the house won't be so friggin' quiet.
Trust me people, being an only child is no walk in the park.
Cherish your siblings. Thrash'em because you love'em.
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Doesn't make much sense, eh? Been thinking too much to even type a decent, long, post. Sigh.
Ah well.
Whatevs.
Later.