Fucking Really?

Okay, so you totally bitch me out, and basically tell me I'm a horrible person for no reason. Then you all of a sudden send me a picture of your arm with what looks like cat scratches, and then you tell me you are in an ambulance on the way to the hospital for those same scratches, then, 12 hours later you send the same thing to facebook. You expect me to believe you? That you were in the hospital twice in just a few hours? I'm not stupid, and I don't like being treated like it. And asking me if I wondered were you have been in the past week? Nope, I haven't wondered. The past week has been the least drama filled since I've met you. And you trying to act like this is all my fault and I put you were you are is bullshit. I didn't cut the TOP of your arm, I didn't go show people. I am not the one begging for attention from anyone any way I can get it just because I feel bad about myself. I know that you were pissed at me or whatever, but really? Don't even blame this on me. Don't even try. I had nothing to do with any of it. Now, when you straighten up your life, and start acting like someone that is at least halfway normal, then you can find me or try to talk to me again. But really, I am so done with the drama and lies. Its not my fault you are in a mental hospital, its your own fault. I am not the one that cuts anymore, I am not the twenty year old with no job, living off my father and unemployment. I am sorry that your life just sucks so much, but NONE of it is my fault. And when you realize that your life is your responsibility, and that you can affect it anyway you want, I hope that you do that, and take that realization and turn it into initiative. I am done trying to help you because everytime I do, you get mad at me, and you tell me that you never want to talk to me and that you "don't have a sister anymore". I am tired of that shit. I am done being blamed, and I think that right now at this point in my life I don't need you anymore. I am going places, and I am not going to let you ruin that no matter how much you try and pull me down with you. I am not going to let that happen, and I hope you have a great life when you grow up and realize that growing up comes with responsibility. But right now you are a twenty year old woman acting like a thirteen year old child.