I hate my sister.
She's horrible. Sometimes I wish she wouldn't exist. I know what I'm saying it's rough, but I hate her. She's the worst person ever. She makes my life sucks. She makes me want to scream, and break things. I hate her. She makes me feel horrible. Unworthy. She makes me cry everyday. And she enjoys making me feel like that. She's bad. She's a bad person. She uses people, and then she throws them, like they were useless toys.
Yesterday, she asked me to make her a photoshoot. She needed photos to apply for a job as a conference hostess, and she also is starting a blog about fashion. She showed me some reference photos; in half of them, the model was topless, and covering her boobs with her hair. I told her it wasn't a good idea to take photos half naked for her CV, but she insisted on it. So I made her a photoshoot, although she knew I didn't feel quite well 'cause my knee hurts so much (meniscus tear), but she told me that it was urgent 'cause she needed the photos asap.
After the photoshoot, she made a selection of the best ones, and she told me to use photoshop 'cause "in this one I look so fat", and "I don't like how I look in this one". In some of them, you could see a LITTLE piece of her boobs, so I did a little magic with photoshop and I fixed it. I deleted the original ones and just left the edited ones.
She told me she wanted to show her boyfriend the photos, but he lives in Arizona so we had to send him the photos by email. I spent my afternoon editing and compressing the photos into two ZIP files, and I uploaded the files in sendspace so he could download them.
But today, I was lying in the sofa, 'cause my knee hurts SO BAD, and she called me. I told her "I can't go, come here", but she yelled "COME RIGHT NOW!". I went to her bedroom, and she started yelling at me, saying "You didn't delete the original ones! They are in the ZIP files! And I sent the links to him! You're an idot! I hate you! It's not an accident, I know! Asshole! You are so stupid, you can't do anything without messing it! Delete them! NOW!". I told her it wasn't my fault, that I deleted them, but it looks like I left ONE, just by accident, ONE! And I told her I didn't know how to delete the files, that I would look in sendspace to know how to do it. And she got really mad! She started to yell at me just like she was crazy, telling me that I was an asshole, that she wanted to kill me, that I didn't know how to do anything... she told me a lot of HORRIBLE things.
I went to my laptop, crying so much, and I opened my gmail (because sendspace sends you the links you upload to your email) to find that I could delete the links just by clicking in another link. So I did, and I told her to shut the fuck up, 'cause the files were deleted. And she yelled AGAIN because "I told you to delete one of them, not the other! Now I have to upload them again!". I freaked out. I PUT THE PHOTOS INTO THE ZIP FILES. I UPLOADED THEM IN SENDSPACE. NOT HER. SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT! So I told her to do it by herself. I told her to not ask me anything EVER, 'cause I'm sick of her. I'm always doing things for her, and she just say "Thanks" and the day after she's bitching again.
After an hour, she came to the living room, were I am 'cause I have to rest (because of my knee), and told me that she was sorry for telling me that I was an asshole and those things, but she didn't apologize for getting mad about my error 'cause "you had to make sure everything was correct". I told her I DID, but it was AN ACCIDENT, and she told me "C'mon, don't act like you're the victim, you always do and you love it. Stop acting like you're 5". And she left the room.
I'm freaking out. I made her the photoshoot, although I had that problem with my knee. I spent my free time editing and uploading HER photos. And that's how she pays me. She just can't tell me "Look! You left one of the original here! Delete them please! Don't worry, I know it was an accident, but please, delete the files". No. She has to call me thing like bitch, asshole... She has to be cruel.
I don't know. Am I so inmature? Is actually my fault?