My sister: Go die in a hole!
My mind: One day, I will. Then you'll regret constantly telling me how ugly I am, how fat I am, how I have no friends, how nobody likes me, how nobody loves me, how I'm not ever going to amount to anything, how much I ruin your life, how I should just run away, how much you hate me. Or you won't, it is the truth.
Again I am wishing I was dead.