I have never liked my older sister. I have always envied her. Everything always seemed to go her way. She was the smart one, the prettier one, she was the most successful one, and she was also the favorite child. What was I then? I was the annoying deadbeat loser who should be more like her sister. About a year ago, my sister got engaged to her boyfriend of 5 years. This bothered me since I never even had a boyfriend that lasted longer than a week. 2 weeks before their wedding, I made a nice little phone call to my sister's fiancé. I convinced him to come over to my house for a "little talk about how he will be always be there for my sister." When he got to my house, there was no talk. Instead, I broke a glass bottle over his head, which knocked him out cold. Then, with my leather gloves on to hide any finger prints, I proceeded to drag his body into his car. I drove the car a good 15 minutes away from my house. Then I crashed into a tree, on purpose, jumping out before I did it. The crash killed him. It was perfect. It looked as if he died in a car crash on his way to my house. I walked home. The next morning, I got a call from my sister. She was crying and telling me that the police found his body in the crashed car. I pretended that I felt bad for her and asked her if she wanted me to come over and comfort her. Luckily she said no, and that she would okay. The bad thing about this whole thing is, I don't even feel bad about this. In fact, the death of her fiance killing her inside made me feel great about myself. It made me feel like I gave her what she deserved. I am 24 years old, and I killed my older sister's fiance. And I feel great about it.
I am so lonely and so needy. I love old white men and i want a daddy so badly. I want him to love me and tell me that I don't have to be lonely anymore. I want him to take care of me gently and make me his "sexy brown kitten" forever, so i can take care of him the way he would take care of me. Is it something that's too much to ask? I just want a big, tall older white man to be with, someone who would adore chubby, dark skinned girls.
When I was younger, I met a beautiful upper-class woman from our school. She has, in my opinion, the most beautiful smile in the world, which is why I fell for her. A year later, I found out that she had a boyfriend. Because of that, I started to envy him, and later on, loathe him completely, all because I envied him for having her. Years later, I moved to a new school because I asked my parents to move me into a public school, which they agreed to do so. And, up until last year, I still despised and envied him. Meanwhile, I was so madly in love with her, I realized that I was already obsessed. But this year, I finally lost my feelings for her and my loathing for her boyfriend. Now, I have no news about their relationship, but I hope they are happy together.
When I was about 4, my grandma owned her own store. She sold spare clothes, random toys, furniture, things like that. One of the only days I went in there, I saw one of those bubble blowers that came in what looked like a big pill. I asked my mom if I could have it, but of course she said no. I respect her saying no now, considering my Grandma was pretty low on money and needed as much as she could get, but at the time I was angry that I didn't get to have it. I shoved it into my pocket when nobody was looking. My mom found it when we got home and I'm still ashamed for taking it.