It's been a long day, and there's a lot of stuff, so I'm gonna just try to make this simple. To put it simply (I can go into more detail if anyone asks) my sister and I had some misunderstandings again this weekend. She called me after them (she said she wanted to explain herself) and so I picked up, and we talked about stuff, the conversation seemed to go well, and we cleared stuff up, and she said things were fine between us. I spent ten hours in a car today (Monday) coming home, the whole time feeling like noone's ever loved me, and noone ever will love me. I came home to a facebook message from my sister, who is mad at me again. She told me she lied when she said everything was fine between us. I can't take it anymore, I can't take her lieing, or how I always think things are one way and it turns out they're a different way. She said she's mad that I don't like my dad that much (when there's twenty years of history she knows nothing about, and she admits herself she doesn't know everything that happened when my parents and her parents split up), she's mad that "I think her mom is a horrible person" (I've never said one thing about her mom), and that it's like I refuse to grow up, and I'm such a child. Except I'm the one who wants to talk about issues and fix them, I'm not always lieing and randomly getting mad, and today, on my way home, I was texting her, and it turned out she was busy doing homework. Instead of telling me she was busy and couldn't talk (even though she hd already told me she could talk) she got her mom to call my dad to tell me to stop texting her. Obviously she's not very mature herself.
I'm just so tired of all of it and I can't handle it anymore, I can't deal with it. I can't deal with someone who their only reasons for getting mad at me, are either things I don't do, things she misunderstands and then won't trust or believe me when I try to clear them up, or their reasons are issues they have that I don't have, that they push on me. I can't deal with her, at all, and so I'm sure not gonna go live up there with her. I just hate all the lies and immaturity and uncertainty I have to deal with, and the fact that she keeps acting she's like so great, and it's all my fault, when so much of it is her fault, and I'm willing to try and help and make things better, and in return she just gets more mad at me.