Today I learned that my sister's insanity knows no bounds...

And that if you have a head cold, driving over the Grapevine is a bitch because your ears won’t pop till seven hours later…

But back to my sister’s insanity… I found this random tumblr account today by accident. I was trying to get on my account on my brother’s computer, but this other account was automatically logged in. I saw the profile pic of this random chick I didn’t know and thought, “Who the heck is this and why is their tumblr logged in on this computer?” Me being the nosy person that I am, read all of the posts. It has these pictures of a girl that is 17. Not only that but she has a boyfriend named Kennedy that she has been with for a year and 89 days, says that she is adopted, she lives in Australia, has diabetes, and has brain cancer. It turns out to be my sister. Before anyone flips their lid let me clarify: My sister is a fourteen year old freshmen in high school. She has no boyfriend (trust me, I would know) and especially not one named Kennedy that she has been dating for one year and 89 days. The only way that she was adopted was by our stepfather (who adopted all four of us kids) after our mother got a divorce, and remarried, making him our father. She lives in Moorpark, California, UNITED STATES. It’s like the Clovis of SoCal. But smaller. She does NOT have diabetes. And she MOST DEFINITELY DOES NOT have brain cancer in any way shape and or form. She is as healthy as a horse. Guaranteed. She. Made. It. All. Up. None of it is true. So what I’ve been wanting to scream at her all day is: “WHO DOES THAT!?!?!?!” Literally who? Ever since I saw that the phrases, “Who does that?” and “What the fuck?” have been running through my mind nonstop. What kind of crappy life do you have to have to make up the most awful stuff to make it seem worse? And what really ticks me off is the diabetes and brain cancer part. You self righteous little prick get off your pedestal and go crawl into a hole you miserable excuse for a human being. There are SO many things that are messed up with her morally and mentally, obviously, that I don’t even know what to think about her, or even how to handle the situation. I want to punch her square in the mouth for being so stuck up, and enough of a… I can’t even think of the right name I want to call her, but the fact that she has the gall to do this. Who. Does. That?!?!?!