Is this really what you call siblings? This is what happened: I can't remember everything, but just the main 'plot'.

*my stepdad buys me a bunch of snacks and some chesters from dollarama for me*

*I get home and eat some snacks, ignoring my so called brothers*

Time Skip To 4-5 Hours later

*I go downstairs, take the chesters and hide it when I hear my brothers come down*

Nico (one of my brothers): (My name), where's are the chesters? Ken (my stepdad) bought it for all of us.

Me: No. Ken bought it for me. It's not my fault that he buys me stuff that he doesn't get you. No need to get so jealous, geez.

Nico: NO! He bought it for all of us!

Me: *I take out the chesters* they're mine, even ask Ken. *I sit down on the ground in my living room with my back against the wall. I whisper Idiots. Idiots everywhere as I plug in my earbuds and go on Spotify.*

Luca (my other brother): Oh? We're idiots? Well, at least we go outside and we don't waste the Internet! Your always Instagram, tweet tweet wattpad.

Me: *I ignore them, text my stepdad what happened. I freaking cry. I FREAKING cry. Why? I love my brothers, no matter what they do to me. And I hate myself for loving them. I ALWAYS forgive them! I CANT! AND APPARENTLY, I DONY FUCKING CARE ABOUT THEM. APPARENTLY, IM THE WORST SISTER EVER AND I SHOULD DIE. MAYBE I SHOULD. ILL GET OUT OF MY MISERY, RIGHT? SINCE NO ONE LIKES ME? I'm the worst, even my fucking one-year-younger-than-me-twin-brothers fucking know that!!!! You call that a sibling relationship?! I DONT CARE HOW LONLEY IT GETS, I WANT TO BE A ONLY CHILD WHERE I DONT GET BULLIED BY MY OWN BROTHERS. NO MATTER HOW MUCH MY PARENTS TALK TO THEM THEY WONT LISTEN.

I SHOULD LISTEN TO THEM, RIGHT? GO DIE ALONE LIKE THE WORST SISTER I AM?!