For Example:

You know why it was so hard for me to find faith in God? Do you even have the slightest clue why? Any FUCKING clue at all? You, Ate Chelsea, It's all your fault.

You're my big sister, and I always relied on you as a kid. I did all the things you did, except act like a girl. hah. But when we grew up, we were Catholics. I believed you were a good example as a Catholic, but I stopped when I was around 10. You got first communion, and confirmation before me, and I liked that. I wanted to be just like you.

But now, I noticed, after seeing all the shit you do, you aren't even close to God at all. You don't even believe in him. You go to church to make Mom happy. That's all. You don't even pray. Why do you even take the Body and Blood? Why do you participate in Eucharist? Do you even know what Eucharist is? I'm not saying that I know everything, but damn yo, what kind of person are you.

You always get mad at me for the gayest reasons, but you always come back to me, asking me to do favors for you. And when Allen's around, you just like to make me look like a fucking idiot. Do you have any idea how much that hurts, that my own sister, is making me feel that way?

I was never able to find God, because I always felt like He wasn't there, because you don't even feel like He's there. You don't even believe in Him. I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE LIKE YOU. You're smart, I'm dumb. You can sing, I suck at singing. You had a job, I always relied on Mom. You had a car, I relied on Mom. You're going somewhere in life, I don't even think I'll even get a good job. You just make me feel like shit all the time. I swear you're the favorite child.

But no matter what you have, I have God. And you don't. Let me say that again. I have God in my life, but you don't. All these times I felt down and needed help, I never asked you for anything. Whenever Mom wasn't there to help me, I never knew what to do or who to talk to. Then I found God. I found him, and He accepted me with open arms.

You're not my sister anymore. You're just a girl who lives with me. I don't like to say it, but what have you ever done for me as a sister. You're just a jerk. A selfish, jerk.

After all of this, I cannot be mad at you. I just pray that God will help you and continue to help me.

So bye, Chelsea.