I am well aware of how she’s better at pretty much everything than I am, but it’s not pleasant having it rubbed in my face.

Yes, I know she in fact does have a diploma, yes, I know she’s motivated and knows what to do with her future. I know her boyfriend does have a job, and mine doesn’t, I know they’re basically better people.

She also doesn’t have Aspergers, or a horrible case of low selfesteem. She’s not the one who actually needs a psychologist, and not the one who has more than a few times contemplated ending it all.

My disappointments may hurt you, but your comparisons of me to my little sister, and any other young person who does better than I, those hurt me.