When enough is enough.

My sister must be the biggest freaking ass in the world.

No, wait, make that the galaxy. Cos the world isn't big enough to hold all her crap. If it tried, it would explode.

And hey, you might say, aww, it can't be that bad, right?

Wrong.

Well, for a fact, she is a lesbian.

Okay, well, technically, bisexual. Cos she says she still likes guys. Whatever.

And okay, I am totally neutral towards gays and lesbians and bisexuals, cos I really couldn't be bothered. I mean, it's your life. Who am I to interfere in your decision? Wanna be bisexual, gay, sure! Who's gonna stop you? Not me, that's for sure.

So hey, when she 'came out of the closet', I was relatively cool about it. After all, we've been brought up in a society that is far more open to the concept of bisexuals etc. as compared to 50 years ago.

Yeah. I was relatively okay with the whole concept that my sister decided to change completely from a totally straight person to one who liked both guys and girls. (Can't help but be a little suspicious of this. I sure didn't know it was possible to become a bisexual when you were originally straight. But hey, I could be wrong) Well, it's her life, why should I poke my nose into her business? I don't want to get my nose chewed off.

So sure. Wanna be a bisexual, fine. I'm a pretty cool sibling. I can take it.

But if you completely disrespect our parents, the ones who brought you up, the ones who loved you with every bone, every fibre, every blood vessel of their being, the ones who stayed up late when you were sick to change the cloth on your forehead, to nurse you back to health? The ones who bought everything you ever wanted on a whim, just because they couldn't bear to see you unhappy without it? The ones who actually sucked out the sticky, green, gross mucus from your nose when you were a kid cos you couldn't blow it out? Now that, would be my limit.

I mean, they raised you! They have showered you with love and care and endless truckloads of affection, and you repay them by yelling at them? Screaming that they don't understand you and never will, when all they want to do is understand their little girl? Totally disrespecting them, dismissing their efforts to try to help you, talk to you? And you even use their credit card to buy things worth hundreds and hundreds of dollars behind their backs?

What in the glorious name of fudgecookies is wrong with you? Don't you have even the smallest bit of regret, of conscience in you?

You have never seen them, have you? Crying outside your door, wondering just where they went wrong in your upbringing. That you were proving every single word that people said about you right. Never seen the disappointed look on their faces, never ever once thought about the fact that you practically shoved a knife into their hearts and twisted it viciously over and over and over again. Never seen their heartbroken love for you, dripping slowly from their eyes.

You shut out their words, their love. You have never considered their feelings.

The world revolves around you, doesn't it. Everything just has to be centred around you because you're just so freaking important.

You even toyed with the heart of a 14-year-old boy who has had a crush on you for the longest time. You actually dared to kiss him, when you are at least four years older than him. And you had a girlfriend on the side. Just because you had a fight with her doesn't mean that you have the right to toy with the feelings of a boy. You were probably his first crush, did you know that? That boy is like a younger brother to me, and to imagine him hurt, realising that you were never serious about him in the first place?

Horrible. Cruel. There are no words to explain how much I abhor your behaviour.

Where did you go? The sister that I knew and loved? Now she is replaced by someone else. A stranger. Someone that I never knew and never will.

I smile,and laugh with you, but my heart screams from the inside. Begging you, to hear me. Hear the desperate plea of a girl, a younger sister, who misses her elder sister so much. Who wonders constantly, every second of every day, where her sister went. I tried to talk to you, reason with you. But you shut me out as well.

My heart bleeds with the loss. She's gone, and I'm not sure if she'll ever come back.

I just hope you'll see. Maybe you'll come across this post, and you'll wake up. That you'll see how much we love you and care for you. That you'll wake up one day and realise that you're throwing your life away.

And I hope you'll wake up before it's too late.