First and foremost, I love you. Not just because I'm obligated to because you're my brother, but I actually love the person you've become. I'm proud of you, and your dedication to everything you do. You are amazing!
With that being said, I absolutely hate being your sister. I hate being compared to you. I absolutely hate being inferior to you just because you're younger and already have your life planned.
So what? We took different paths. I wanted a family, and I know I didn't go about that the right way. But, I got my baby.
I'm happy with my life, but when compared to you, society isn't and I hate that. The looks I get from our family because I chose not to go for the career path immediately are so demeaning, and you'll never understand that.
You have always been seen so perfect. Perfect hair, perfect grades, just everything about you is so great and I am so envious of that. I've made so many mistakes that it isn't even funny, but my own family especially shouldn't make me feel like less for it.
I hate how you are so good at everything. I could work on something for a year and you could pick it up and still be better than me in your first day. It's frustrating and I feel guilty for feeling this way.
I love you more than anything, I just wish I could love you without being judged for not being like you
