Some people really annoy me (Prepare for rant)

So, my dad's best friend has been hanging around all summer. That's fine, I like Terry. But with him came his daughter. His presumptuous, bossy, opinionated, and extremely annoying daughter. The same daughter who told my dad rumors about my cousing Travis that caused my dad to stop trusting him completely. Well, you know what? I can deal with that. Even when she starts showing up WITHOUT Terry so she can spend the day swimming--whether she was invited, or had even told us she was coming over or not. 

But TODAY she decides she is going to show up randomly for a swim and bring one of her friends. Alright, fine. I'm nice. I have patience. I'll just let them swim and stay in my room and read and listen to my new favorite soundtrack. It won't matter. I won't even know that they are there. So who cares, right?

Well that delusion was certainly ruined when she decided to give her friend a tour of the house, as if she lives here, or even owns the place. And then she comes into my room, barging into MY sanctuary so that she could show the girl my new bed and curtains acting like she was my best friend or even my god-damned SISTER. Well I already have two sisters and THREE best friends, I don't need another one. Especially some know-it-all bum (yes, bum) who i've known for years but have only had maybe two decent conversations with. 

*growls* She better not come back in here.

My Life as A Machine

  Apparently I have no right to be upset about anything, even if it is about Terry's know-it-all, two faced daughter telling my dad that the only reason I want to get my license is to shut him up, or that Travis is now supposedly a child molester. Nope. I cannot be annoyed. I cannot be distraught. I'm supposed to be either disgustingly cheerful or sumbmissively accepting. No real emotion allowed in my own home.

Fuck that.