RANT!

How can they expect me to change so much in only a bit more than a week? I've tried, honestly I have. I've stopped doing everything they told me to, I've been forbidden the use of my car, I don't party anymore, I've been concentrating on school. I can't do anymore than I'm already doing! Why do parents always expect instant results from something tht takes almost a month to take full effect? I can't be clean for a drug test in less than a month, I can't be expected to take insults silently and not voice my opinions when they give my younger brother the kind of privileges that I could only dream about. I guess you could say most of this stems from the jelousy of my favored little brother. I know my sister felt the same way about him too, but it didn't effect her as much as it does me, simply because of their age difference. Look at it this way: My sister unwillingly gave us rides to school, but she did anyway, with lots of complaining. She couls have given me rides to school and come picked me up when I was without a car for my first year of high school. but she didn't. I had to ride the bus, and then the late bus during soccer season. And now my senior year is just short of ruined because of my dabilitating jelousy for my brother. I am forced give him rides to and from school, I can't give anyone a ride without him reporting to my mom because he has just as much animosity towards me, and I can't live my life anymore, all because of him. Now, this may sound like it all comes from my side, and that he didn't ever do a thing to deserve this treatment from me, but even if it does, I don't give a shit. I've heard my whole life, be nice to your brother, don't be mean, don't talk to him like that, nothing but don't don't don't! Not once, ever, did my parents stop to think about how their two daughters were being ignored. All of it was always focused on him. Not once, ever, did my dad stop to think about how favoring my brother with his attention would create this monster that he blames me for becoming. Not once, ever, did my mom stop to think that allowing her son to run wild was the same as allowing me to run wild. I was the one who was always in the wrong, I never did anything right.