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I like, do not love my sister. I don’t even like her. I think she hates me. I hate living with her. She’s not a bad person, but I just like, can’t. I can’t fucking stand her. I don’t think she’s the best mother either. I want her gone. I wish she stayed out of town. But she’s my sister, so I should care. I don’t know what it is. The 15 year age difference, her problems, us being different, idk. But I wish I didn’t have her as my sister. I don’t like being her sister. But I want to like her, to love her, to be her friend. I know we never will though. And I’m honestly glad. I have friends who are better sisters to me.—Anonymous