#youngest sister

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

Oh God this. This hits really fucking hard.

OP, I'm so sorry this was/is your homelife. I wish you all the best, you deserved better.

I’m the baby of the family.

I don’t get everything I want, instead I get everything my siblings wanted and now don’t want.

I’m not my parent’s favorite, instead my parents rarely say anything about me to anybody.

My siblings don’t “love me the most”, instead I’m seen as their problem little sister that needs to be taken care of.

My siblings don’t care what happens in my life as long as it doesn’t affect them, instead my parents have to remind half of them to tell me happy birthday.

Im not innocent and small, instead I know more than I should for my age and a lot taller and stronger than half of them.

I’m not quiet and obedient, Instead I’m “loud and annoying” which makes me self-conscious every time I talk because I’m afraid they don’t want to be there.

I’m not adored, instead I’m loathed.

I’m not care free, instead I worry about asking for things I want because I’m afraid we don’t have enough money for it.

I’m not spoiled, instead my Christmas lists are filled with wishes of socks and hoodies because everyone else still needs stuff, right?

I don’t have problems, instead I downplay my issues to small bits of sadness because my siblings and parents have it worst and I probably deserve it anyways.

I’m not a hoarder, instead I just want to hold on to my childhood because at least I felt loved.

I’m not thankful for my siblings babysitting me when I was younger, instead I’m guilty because I was the reason they couldn’t go out with friends when they were teenagers.

Be nice to your younger siblings, because right now, all I want to do is grow up and move out.

Because At least I Won’t Be The Families Problem Anymore.

[liexpressway]

But once he is gone who will I have?

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[chaxan08]

Natasha: You're not really going to wear that, are you?

Yelena: Well, I wasn't planning to… but after that lovely tone, I definitely am.

[ab-cedario]

having an older sister is so crazy because i adore you but you’re so mean to me it makes me cry. i want to be just like you but i hate being compared to you. i want to tell you everything about me but i’m so scared you’ll judge me. everything is fine and then we argue and suddenly i’m five and you’re refusing to play dolls with me. i love you more than anyone in the world but i hate you so much. you are the only reason i have any confidence. you ruined my self esteem. i can’t feel pretty unless you compliment me. i wish i was as pretty as you. you are the easiest person to love. i still cry over what you said three years ago. you are half of my soul. all i want is for you to see me. i want you to think i’m as cool as you. you understand me without words. you don’t get me. i wish we were friends. i’d rather die than fight with you. we fight every day. i wish you loved me as much as i love you. nobody will ever love me like you do. you make me hate myself sometimes. i decided to play soccer because you played it too. i would follow you anywhere. you’re the first person i ever tell anything. i wish you would confide in me. you make me feel so lonely. i listen to that song you showed me every day. you make me so angry it makes me punch a wall. when you hug me i cry because i love you so much. i have never hated anyone like i hate you. i would die for you. i don’t think i’d survive without you. please love me as much as i love you

[lovelyymeq]

"I want to be great, or nothing." - Amy March

[justmejpg]

Being the youngest means you ran back to your room crying when no one wanted to play with you as a kid, then playing one person tic-tac-toe over and over to feel like you weren’t alone.

[theonlylivingirlinewyork]

diaries of the youngest sibling asf

anyone else feel like as they grow older their emotions become less n less because when you were younger your sibling made fun of you for showing any emotion at all.

[zzyxoxo]

My family lowkey hates me lol

[babygirlblogger]

if you think running away from home will make you feel better.

do it.

[sajra-savera]

Being the youngest child is constantly craving to be with your whole family but then when everyone's really home, you're just made to feel like a nuisance and burden to them.

[thisiwilldecidelater]

The Burnt-Out Youngest Daughter

I am the angry youngest, the least of your lot,

A shadow in the corner, the daughter you forgot.

The unlovable echo, your backup plan,

A placeholder friend when no one else can.

Oversensitive? Call it what you will,

I’ve swallowed your words, and I’m choking still.

A mirrorball, spinning, reflecting your needs,

Shattered in silence while your ego feeds.

The forgotten birthday, the name left unsaid,

The child you need only when you’re in dread.

I am the backburner, the ember that glows,

The burnt-out daughter nobody knows.

Yet I am the crutch when you start to fall,

The one who answers to every call.

Your least favorite child, but your constant shield,

The one you abandon, yet refuse to yield.

So let me burn, let the ashes rise,

The anger I carry will crack the skies.

I’ll rebuild myself from this ruin you made,

The daughter who stayed, but never obeyed.

-Gauri

[that-one-fangirl69]

food for thought

I’ve seen a lot of oldest siblings talking about having to pretty much be the parent to their younger siblings and i understand that, I really do.

but I’m the youngest sibling and my older brothers were never the best. It’s obviously given me a different perspective then oldest siblings have and it made me start thinking and this is what came out of that thought process:

As the youngest sibling I’ve always dreamed of having a little sister or brother I could help take care of. That I could care for like my brothers never did for me. That I could defend when people were mean to them instead of being the one having to defend myself. That I could help with schoolwork when they were struggling without making them feel stupid. That I could talk to and give advice to and support and listen to instead of bottling it all up because I didn’t want to be a burden or be made fun of for showing vulnerability. That I could be the shoulder to cry on when a relationship didn’t work out or when mom and dad yelled at them. I wanted to be the older sibling that I never got growing up

But I never got that. So I decided I’d make myself the older sibling. I decided that I wasn’t going to let younger siblings or even just people younger than me get bullied. I wasn’t gonna stand by while they had to keep themselves together with no one supporting them. So I decided to be the one to support them. I decided to be the one to defend them. I decided I wasn’t gonna be the one to make fun of them. To not cross boundaries. To listen and give advice I wish I had been given. I decided to see and acknowledge the pain the younger siblings joke about because no one takes it seriously. I decided to take them in and be there for them how I could. I decided to not laugh at them when their older siblings were making fun of them. I decided to hit their siblings back when they would “playfully” beat them up. I decided to say something. I decided to include them when their siblings didn’t want them around. I decided to share with them and talk to them and just be present with them. I decided to be the older sibling that I never got growing up.

Because I couldn’t change how my past was, but I could try and make sure that someone else’s was just a little better than mine.

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

Being the youngest is being the end of your parents exhaustion with children. The point where they just give up. It's feeling like you don't deserve anything your siblings didn't get. It's feeling like you don't deserve to be alive. It's being terrified to be LGBTQ especially if you have LGBTQIA siblings, because you hear what they say about them that you know will be said about you.

It's being exausted all the time bearing the weight of the emotions your parents and older siblings won't deal with. It's holding the tension no one else will acknowledge. It's realizing you're more mature at sixteen than your siblings in their twenties.

It's really fucking hard.

It's also being terrified to make posts about how it is to be the youngest because you don't want to banish the middle and older siblings from the conversation even though they have more hate posts.

It's using the loopholes your siblings created in the parents rules and waiting when they'll catch you. It's wishing your parents would punish you the way they did to your siblings so your experience would matter to them.

It's so exausting.

It's so much and it's so little. A constant give and take, and you feel guilty for taking even though you try to give more than you take.

It's being called lazy even though you're depressed and have undiagnosed disorders that no one else in the family sees because they have them too.

[chaxan08]

Yelena: *constantly makes fun of and/or insults Natasha*

Also Yelena: *will beat the shit out of anyone who dares to make fun of and/or insult Natasha*

[ab-cedario]

having a sister is so crazy because you are half my soul, but also like who even are you? i wish we were friends, but we’re just sisters. do you know me, or are you just stuck in the version of me i was 5 years ago? do you want to know me? how is it that i was born knowing you, yet you’re a stranger? do you think about me when you’re away? we shared a room so many years, and now i don’t know how to sleep alone. does it keep you awake, the silence? do you ever think about the empty twin bed you’ve left behind? i am so lonely without you, but i was lonely with you too. you’ve made my heart a bitter bruised thing. and still it longs for your love and your acceptance and whichever scrap of kindness you’ll give me. you can hurt me so many times but i’ll always be the little girl who just wanted to play with you. my sister. you who holds a power over me no one else ever will. my favorite stranger

[fianne-0123]

My sisters do not look at me as much as I look at them.

She thinks that I am my mother’s favorite but they are each other’s favorite and I have nobody if not my mother. But my mother does not listen to me, so in reality, I truly have nobody.

My elder sister will not know how I make my fried rice. She will not know about my 6th grade unrequited love, about my favorite authors, and my talents. She will not know.

But I will know her like the back of my hand; I know how she loves watching true crime, I know how much she adores dogs and how particular she is about her stuff and I will take all of this to the grave.

(I do not want to, I think, but I feel more than that.)

I know how she’s still hungry after, in a fight with mother, she says she isn’t. 

I know she is so I will stay behind and eat a little bit slower. I’ll whisper to mom hushedly, “I’ll wipe the table and wash the dishes” to get her off my back, even if I don’t want to, but because I want my sister to eat.

I see her and she doesn’t see me. Or, she does see me but she doesn’t understand me. She looks at me like I’m darkness looming through her and she looks at me like I’ve somehow ruined her life and I don’t know what I’ve done. 

I haven’t done anything but it’s almost like I’ve died in my mother’s womb, and I am now just a ghost haunting them for when I speak they respond but their arms dig past my heart and instead of feeling through me, they feel past me.

I’m here and they’re choosing to ignore me.

I’m here and it’s like I’ve never been. 

I stand on my right foot and contort my body into a woman when I am barely a teenager, and I would do so again and again just for her to see me.

I would tear my body in half for her to see me for me.

I am afraid that she will only do so when my body has long decomposed in its casket and she receives my folder of files just like this one, detailing how I’ve felt.

Shivers may pass through her veins, and instead of satisfaction, she will feel guilt. She will feel rotten and disgusting. I do not want that.

I am torn into bits and pieces and my lungs have been removed and yet I am still breathing and I am already inexplicably dead when I feel shame for dying out of guilt for living.