Big Sisters.

You love them. You hate them. It's never something in between. 

You want to please them, but you love the feeling of keeping them from getting everything they want.

You hate the way they barge into your room when you are *just about* to fall asleep.

Their opinion is the most important when it comes to things like clothes, boys, and everything in between. 

In my case, her failure in academics is my success. 

My failure in popularity is her success.

Will we ever meet in the middle?

Will she ever learn to take showers in less than 20 minutes? 

Will I ever be as cool as her?

Will I ever stop comparing myself to her?

I'm sure lots of little sisters feel this way...

-- Purple Boots --